Love In A Day
Chapter: 9
Subtitle: Training Start
Author: Trixie-chan
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: Don't own it!
Author's Note: So uhhh… It's been like seven years or something since I stopped writing this one. I decided to finish it. :) That's about all I got! Hope you like the rest of the story—which is differently written, I'm sure, since… ya know… it's been forever.

Harder. Harder! If you keep that pace, you'll never be stronger than that idiot Kakarot! Faster!

Bulma groaned and pulled the pillow over her head. "Shut up, Vegeta..."

You call that a punch? Come on! That's it! Move, move, move!

She growled and whipped her head up, at the same time flinging her pillow across the room. Her frustrated gaze turned quizzical as she watched the pillow bounce harmlessly against the wall rather than harmlessly against Vegeta. She could have sworn that he had been right there... How else would she have been able to hear him that clearly? That loudly? There was just no way...

Too bad this isn't like the gravity machine. If I could raise the gravity even a little bit, it would make this much more beneficial.

Bulma looked around slowly, eyes widened with incomprehension and slowly dawning fear. His voice hadn't sounded like he was in the room with her... Vegeta's voice was sounding within her very skull.

*Oh my god...* She looked around in a panic. *I've finally snapped. I'm going crazy.*

*Oh my god... I've finally snapped. I'm going crazy.*

Vegeta smirked, slowly bringing his solo sparring to a halt. The woman thought she was losing it. He blocked his thoughts once more. He had wanted to ease her into the idea. Now he'd have to teach her how to block her own—she was already raving in her mind and it was working on giving him a headache.

He got to the kitchen area just as she emerged from the room, her eyes wide with panic. He only smirked at her again. In her confused haste, she hadn't even bothered to dress—just wrapped the sheet around herself like a toga, clutching it tight to her chest.

"You're not going crazy," he told her, almost laughing at the look of shock that registered on her face.

"How...? But... How did you know?" she stuttered, barely forming a coherent sentence.

If I tell you, will you calm down? Vegeta questioned her in his thoughts. Once again, that almost comical look of panic spread across her face like a wave.

*His... his mouth didn't move. How did I hear that in my head? Why is he smiling like that?* Her eye tweaked. *What is going on!*

"Woman, calm down." Vegeta crossed to her, grabbing her bare shoulders. "I will explain everything to you. It's a Saiyan phenomenon."

She seemed to calm down slightly, but the wariness was still written clearly on her features. "I don't see how this is possible, Vegeta. And why now? Why did this start all of a sudden? This wasn't going on yesterday."

Vegeta coughed, not quite sure how to say it. He wasn't the type to openly speak of 'love,' or any feelings other than anger or frustration. He walked a few feet away, his profile looking profoundly uncomfortable "It's something that happens when a Saiyan and another… bond."

Bulma's eyebrows rose, questioning. "Bond? Like…" She saw his eyes flicker to meet hers for a fleeting second and then jump away. "Oh." She looked to the ground remember what had slipped out the night before. "Oh…" she repeated.

Uncomfortable silence.

"So does that mean that you…?" she started.

"First things first, I need to teach you how to control the barrier for your thoughts so I don't have your incessant mental blabbering running through my head all day," he interrupted, completely ignoring the question.

*He does love me…* Bulma thought, a slight smile tweaking at her lips. She saw Vegeta's eyes flit over to her and cringed inwardly. *Shit, that's right…*

Vegeta sighed. "Training begins now."

Short, but a good place to end, I feel.

Trixie-chan