His eyes snapped open, he sat up quickly. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know what happened. He immediately noticed all the different kinds of cords attached to him. His ears immediately picked up on the beeping from the odd machine next to him. He also noticed the different types of bandages wrapped around his head, arms and torso.
Hearing a light snore, his head snapped up towards the sound. His brow furrowed when his eyes laid on the blue haired woman. What was she doing here?
Suddenly he remembered the explosion, and those damn bots. He also remembered the woman hovering over him, the look of worry written all over her face. He groaned softly,his head aching. Thinking more about the past only caused his head to hurt worse.
His body still ached, his muscles stiff from laying in the same position. How long had he been out? A few hours? By the way he felt, it had to be days. Days that he could have been training.
Gripping the cords, he ripped them away with a frown. Standing from the bed, he stretched out his arms. He definitely felt stiff.
Before he decided to leave, he took a moment to look at Bulma. It confused him on why she was here. She looked exhausted, the bags under her eyes as enough evidence. How long had she been here? She looked peaceful at the moment, her face was blank except for a small smile on her lips.
He stared at her for just another moment before he turned towards the window. Without making a sound, he opened the window and flew out.
Flying to the GR, he landed on the ground. It amazed him to see a newer version in front of him, he wasn't sure who rebuilt it but they were quick. He headed inside, quickly noticing that he was the only one here. No bots to fight him. He forgot the woman was going to take her time fixing the one he broke.
Was she going to blow him off when he told her about the others? Unless she already knew? By the rebuilt gravity room, he could only assume that she did. Now he could only expect to hear an earful, if he was lucky.
He'd rather that happen than receive the response he had before. Going to the control panel, he immediately noticed a few new buttons. He could try them at another time. Now he just needed to focus on training hard enough to catch up on what he missed out on.
When she finally woke up, the first thing she noticed was the drawn out ringing from the machines. The same sound that you would hear if someone had just died. Her eyes immediately snapped open, her head turning towards the bed. Her eyes grew wider when she realized the bed was empty. Where'd he go?
She immediately stood from her chair, the seat dragging across the floor. Below her were new designs for better working bots, ones that wouldn't decide to self destruct on anyone.
She noticed the window was still open, the fresh summer air blowing the curtains back. He had really just up and left as soon as he woke up? Walking over towards the window, she stared out. She didn't know how long he had been gone, she was worried. But at the same time, she felt relieved. He really was alive.
Her relief soon vanished when she noticed the GR running unlike the usual. "Are you kidding me?" She couldn't help but ask out loud in disbelief. A frown soon came to her lips and she swung around. Leaving the room, she stomped down the stairs and past her parents.
She didn't even bother stopping to say hello, she went straight to the training room. Her fist banged against the closed door, her frown growing as she heard the whirling coming from the room. While she was impressed with her father, if she knew Vegeta would have come straight here, she would have told him to take his time fixing what had been broken.
"Vegeta! What do you think you're doing!" She hollered as she continued banging her fist against the door. "You almost died! Are you really already trying to push yourself over the edge again?" She didn't want a repeat of what happened, she couldn't handle that happening again. "I know you can hear me!" Her hands went straight to her hips as she prepared what she was going to yell at him about.
Almost immediately the door slid open. Vegeta stood there, leaning against the frame with a small smirk on his face. His once tightly wrapped bandages were now hanging loose on him. Many of the cuts on him before were now replaced with faded scars. "With that harpy voice of yours, I'm sure even the next city could hear you." His smirk grew slightly at her heated expression. This was the face he prefered. "You're distracting my training."
She had a hard time maintaining eye contact. "You're injured."
He noticed her eyes, his brow raising. She had either been taking in the glory of his body or she had been staring at the bandages. "Woman, do you think I have survived over the years by merely magic? I've had much worse happen to me in my life time, this was nothing." He explained to her. "Thanks to my elite royal Saiyan blood, my wounds heal much faster than your weak human ones do." He explained.
Her frown softened, "So you're okay?" She asked.
He snorted, "More than okay."
She finally smiled, her fingers running through her curls, a relieved sigh coming through her lips. "Really?"
He rolled his eyes at her state, "Really. Now instead of wasting my time with your pointless questions, you go create some new bots. I need something more challenging."
The mention of bots made her shoulders drop, the stress in them gone. She had expected him to yell at her about her creation. But instead, he wanted more. This guy really was something. "It'll take me a week or so, you'll have to be patient." She told him.
He frowned, "Make it three days."
She returned the frown, "A week."
Grunting, he turned his back to her. "Tell that mother of yours to prepare a meal for me. I want it to be done when I'm finished so I don't have to wait around and talk to her."
She crossed her arms, "Please?"
The door shut in front of her.
Overall, the creeping feeling of her creation almost killing him was now gone. He wasn't angry that he almost died. He was angry that he didn't have anything to fight him. Turning around, she headed towards the house. She'd politely ask her mother to cook. Not for Vegeta of course, she was getting hungry herself.
Once she was sitting at the table watching her mother cook, she had taken a moment to check her phone. There was a message from Chi Chi, asking about some kind of recipe. She also had a message from Krillin, he was just checking up on how she was doing. Despite those two, that was it. No missed calls or messages from Yamcha.
At the time she hadn't really thought about it but did that mean what she thought it did? Did he actually break up with her? She was going through a hard time, who would break up with their girlfriend when they needed someone the most?
She had a frown back on her face as she looked at their past messages. Yamcha wanted a girlfriend who could be with him all the time, someone who stuck close to his side. She couldn't do that. She was a scientist, being in her lab for days was just a part of the package.
They had broken up in the past, this wasn't something new. He'd come crawling back, asking for forgiveness like he always did. And just like always, she'd take him back. That was just the way it was.
For the time being, she just needed to distract herself. Ignore the fact that Vegeta demanded it, she could always get working on her new designs. She had everything she needed to get a few of them done. As long as she kept up on their maintenance, she was sure everything would be okay. She just needed some distraction.
The sound of the door opening caught her and her mother's attention. Her mother smiled, "I'm almost done Vegeta. Go ahead and take a seat and I'll get your plate ready!" She chirped happily.
Vegeta only grunted as a response before taking a seat next to Bulma. He didn't say anything, only sitting back in his chair as he waited.
Bulma noticed he didn't have any of the bandages on him anymore. He was just there in his training shorts and tennis shoes. As if feeling her stare, she noticed he looked her way. Looking away, she scrolled through the old messages from Yamcha.
Before she could think about a pointless conversation, she had a plate of food appear in front of her. Eating worked too.
No one really said much as they ate, Bulma had just watched Vegeta's plates stack up as he ate more food. Even while growing up with Goku, it amazed her to watch a Saiyan eat. They were a bottomless pit. Eating three to four times a day, she wondered how long he could survive without eating. Then again, with the way the man trained, he probably needed all the nutrition he could get.
Remembering back to when she fed him her attempt of ramen, she wondered how he didn't complain about only getting three bowls. Unless he was being nice to her about it. She snorted at the thought, Vegeta being 'nice'. What a foreign thought.