Chapter 2: A day at the Pool
When Bulma finally stopped crying two hours later, her pillow was damp with her salty tears. She sat up on her queen-sized bed with blue flowery sheets; in fact, everything in her room is blue. From her now damp sheets to her curtains. Bulma start to recap on this morning's events.
'Vegeta is such an asshole. Why would he say such mean things? I mean, I know he is an evil and uncaring asshole, but who does he think he is interfering in my personal life'. What was sadness and confusion quickly turned into anger. She sat up in her bed with clench fist.
"How dare he talk about my Yamcha like that? Yamcha is more of a man than he could ever be. Matter of fact, he's not even a man. He a dumb monkey." Bulma stared snickering to herself. 'Why am I taking relationship advise from a guy that never had a relationship except for the one with his hand…...Jerk off?' Bulma said to herself and got up off her bed with new motivation. She marched off to get a towel and some sun block. She was not going to allow that barbarian ruin her day.
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After getting something to drink, Vegeta made his way up the stairs to his room. He is going to take a shower, then train for the rest of the day. He heard Bulma in her room crying. 'Stupid woman.' Vegeta ignored the pathetic woman and went to the bathroom with a scowl on his face.
He took off his clothes and turned the shower faucet on extremely hot. His bathroom was not like Bulma's. The tile was dark blue with a shade of black but it's hard to tell the difference from far away. The shower curtain was black along with the soap tray, the plastic toilet seat. It was design specifically to his liking, so was his room. He stepped in the tub. The hot water felt good on his sore muscles. Vegeta's troubled mind kept running on Bulma and the event that took place this morning, from the room to the kitchen.
'That foolish earth scum don't deserve a woman like her. A rare and exotic beauty, and the body to boot. He could just sink his teeth in her lush silky skin. Wait a minute, what the hell am I saying. That pathetic woman can just rot in hell for all I care'. Vegeta knew he didn't mean it but his pride made him believe. Vegeta shook it off but his mind kept going back to what he saw in the confines of Bulma's sleeping quarters. The plump fruit that was covered by blue curls. He want to make her writhe beneath him and scream his name in pure animalistic ecstasy. His bulging erection rose above the water and suds. His hot bath quickly turned into a cold one. After an hour of fighting with his mind, he finally got out of the bathtub shivering.
He raised his kii level high enough to dry himself off and warm himself. Vegeta walked from the bathroom to his room without a towel. Luckily no one was around. Not that he cared. He entered his room and walked over his drawer for a spandex shorts and a sweat towel. He pulled on the spandex shorts and threw the towel over his shoulder. Vegeta found these under garments the earthlings wore, very annoying. Vegeta strolled out of his room and slammed his door behind him.
He was passing Bulma's door so he stopped and put an ear on the door. He heard nothing. "That's strange, why isn't she crying or bickering? The pathetic woman must have cried herself to sleep". He continued walking; he walked down the two flights of steps. Upon entering the Kitchen, he swung by the refrigerator and picked up eight bottles of water. He was going to store them in the gravity room's fridge so he won't have to go back and forth from the house to the gravity. He didn't want to die of dehydration either. He glanced at Bulma's mother reading a magazine and drinking a hot cup of coco on a "hot day." He watched her from the corner of his eyes hoping to pass her without her seeing him. Too late.
"Hi Vegeta, ready for lunch?" The air headed woman said cheerfully.
"I just ate breakfast." Vegeta replied coldly, looking a bit disturbed. This woman is out of whack.
"Well I figure with that saiyan appetite, you'd be hungry again." she replied. Vegeta started to walk away from the woman. 'Sometimes I wonder if that woman is on drugs.' Vegeta walked to the back of the yard to where the G.R. resides. He typed in the code to open the door and the door made a whoosh sound with steam coming from the crevices as it opens. Vegeta walked in, threw the towel aside and headed over to the fridge. After he stored all the water, he walked hastily over to the controls, eager to continue his training.
He turned the controls to 450 time normal gravity and pressed the start button. The gravity came down with a crushing force on Vegeta. He started doing minor stretches and warm up exercise to get used to the gravity. In no time, Vegeta was doing kicks and punches. He did push-ups and crunches; he even destroyed a few training robots.
He continue to punch and kick, unprepared for what was going to happen next. He heard a loud whine and the gravity went back to normal. He walked over to the control panel and pressed the start button again. The machine whined back to life. As he walked away to continue his training, the machine died again. He stormed back over to the control panel, clearly angry. This time he saw the bright red flashing light reading "ERROR. CODE 3 MALFUNCTION." Vegeta kicked the controls and all the lights cut off. He stormed out of the gravity room in search of the idiotic woman or her brain dead father.
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Bulma sat in her lounge chair enjoying the sun beating down on her skin, filling it with healthy vitamin D. She sat next to her quarter mile long pool. She felt like it was her personal day off from her work. From her experiments and a saiyan enigma. She rub suntan oil on her body as she tanned both sides.
She was going to take a dip in the pool to cool off. She walked on the diving board and bounced twice before going up about 3 feet in the air and back in the pool. She did some front strokes, back strokes. She was so busy swimming that she didn't see that someone was approaching her. When she heard a splash then she realize that she was not alone. Vegeta swam from the bottom of the ten feet deep pool.
"What the hell are you doing here Vegeta?" Bulma said in a low cold tone.
He was the last person she expected to see; in fact, she wanted to get AWAY from him. She moved away from him to the edge of the pool. The last thing she was going to do was to get out and satisfy his perverted desire. She didn't want to give him another preview.
"The gravity room is broken woman. Go fix it." Vegeta said and dipped back down in the water and up again after 20 seconds.
"You're go some nerve. I'm not you're slave. I'm tanning and swimming. Your stupid gravity room can wait." Bulma said defiantly.
Vegeta decided that if she was going to keep him from training, then he was going to ruin her fun time. With his many saiyan abilities, one of them was holding his breath for a long time. He had yet to reach his limit on how long he could hold it. Bulma saw Vegeta dove in the water again and two minutes later, Vegeta has yet to resurface. She had convinced herself the he was just playing a dirty trick. Five minutes later she was anxious, she knew saiyan had a slew of special abilities but hold their breath for so long? She started calling out for him.
"Vegeta...Vegeta...Vegeta this is not funny." Bulma started looking for him. He wasn't hard to spot considering the bright day and a well maintained pool.
"Vegeta...could you stop playing...VEGETA...VEGETA." Bulma finally gave in and dove under the water. When she spotted him, his mouth and eyes were wide open.
She couldn't believe her luck, Vegeta couldn't swim. She rushed to his aid to help him to the surface but to no avail. The saiyan was so damn heavy. After another four minutes of trying, she gave up. She touched him on the cheek and swam back to the surface. As she crawled out of the pool. She was overcome with a heavy heart. "Poor Vegeta." She was on all fours coughed up some water.
She didn't see a certain saiyan levitate out of the pool. She turned around to get one last look at Vegeta, as annoying and heartless he was, he didn't deserved such a fate. Vegeta wasn't there. She ran to the edge and leaned over to get a better look. The look on her face was quizzical. She was stumped, where could he had gone?
With her last thought, Bulma felt a hand on her back the she was in the water. Her heart was beating like ten race horse. She popped her head out of the water and there Vegeta was, in a triumphant stance. Fist on hips, head held high as he laughed. Bulma took back all the things she said about him not deserving to die. Oh no, he deserve to be burned alive. As pissed as Bulma was, she couldn't help but stare at Vegeta's well sculptured body. She'd seen from time to time since that man walks around the house half naked most of the time. But with the water dripping off his body, it was quite a site.
Sometimes she would think he knows that she was watching him because he would give "her" a workout by just watching. He walks around the house ½ naked but he always walk with the towel around his shoulders. She stared at his body, her womanly alarms are ringing. It's been a while she'd been this aroused. Her panty was wet now, wet due to two different type of liquids. Vegeta smelled her arousal and smirked. He reached out a hand to help her out of the pool, she took it. With his saiyan strength, he pulled her against his chest. She crawled out of the pool and stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. She could not believe how this man is making her feel.
"Woman...if you don't mind I'd like to go complete my training now. So chop chop. Fix my gravity room." Bulma snapped out of her trance and took a step back from Vegeta. Vegeta turned on his heels and walked away. Bulma watch his ass going up and down as he walked away.