I don't like to be alone at night
And I don't like to hear I'm wrong when I'm right
And I don't like to have the rain on my shoes
But I do love you
But I do love
Bulma sweated profusely as she soldered some metal to a metallic skeleton, her hands shaking with all the concentration that she had to take with the machinery before her. She had her lab peers working on what was to be designed for Frieza and his lackeys, while she worked on what she had deemed 'Monkey Dest. Pro.' She had locked herself in the lab since early this morning after talking with Kakarot and her mate. The pair of males had gone to train for the day with the Namekians. She finished melding the metal together when she heard a commotion in her main lab.
'What is that?' she asked herself as she headed for the door. She was getting ready to push a button when someone's fist connected with the metal.
"Bulma!" an angry voice growled as another fist slammed into the metal. With a growl Bulma opened the door, her aura blazing brightly around her.
I love everythingabout the way your lovin me
The way you lay your head upon my shoulder when you sleep
And I love to kiss you in the rain
I love everything you do, oh I do-o
"Yamcha!" Bulma screamed as she exited her lab, the large door closing immediately as she steps out. "What the fuck are you doing?" He walked straight up to her.
"Claiming what is mine!" he says as he claims her lips in a smothering kiss. With a muffled cry of aggravation, she shoves him off her.
"I am not yours!" Just then the door opened to reveal Frieza.
"Bulma," it said as it entered the room. It turned to Yamcha. "Yamcha. Is there a problem?" The man shook his head. Frieza turned to Bulma. She shook her head. "Good. How go my weapons?" Bulma smiled stiffly and with a swirl of her white lab coat she led it over to where several prototypes sat.
"They are done in their prototype stage where we make them as they would be, but not in mass construction until we clear all the bugs." It looked pleased, and that is how Bulma wanted it. So pleased that it would stay from her and perhaps delay the Sayians' demise.
"This good work. I hope they will be done soon. I would like to try them out on this race that is causing me some problems." Bulma bowed, her coat swirling in front of her, her breasts bared as they tried to fall out of her low cut spandex top.
I love everything about the way your lovin me
The way you lay your head upon my shoulder when you sleep
And I love to kiss you in the rain
I love everything you do, oh I do
"I will try my best, my Lord." Frieza patted her head, its favoritism obvious.
"Good, my pet." With that it was gone. Bulma turned to Yamcha, her obvious dislike for the man next to her.
"Leave," was all she said as she turned to her crew, their labor unhindered by the appearance of their tyrant. In fact they seemed to not have even flinched, but they had been here just as long as she had and some longer than that. Most, if not all were prizes from destroyed planets or prisoners of war… It was sad to watch these nice peoples lives ruined. She just wanted to help them and it seemed that she would. Yamcha glared at her, but knowing that Bulma might hurt him like she had Zarbon he left the room. Bulma waited to the doors closed before heading for her lab.
I don't like to see the sky painted grey
And I don't like when, nothin's goin my way
And I don't like to be the one with the blues
But I do love you
But I do love you
Vegeta stood before the Namekians, his brows furrowed.
"We will be training are the hardest that we have ever done. It appears that we have a problem that will devastate all involved." A murmur filled the room as the green men began talking. "We have less than a month."
Song is by Leann Rimes