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Chapter Seven

Dr. Briefs wasn't a man of much hostility. In actuality, he resented it. He wasn't one to get angered quickly, lash out or even promote ill will towards others. He believed there was good in everyone, human, animal or whatever and could wait patiently for the few, who had yet to show him good deeds, perform such.

So he was quite astounded at how impromptu his outlook changed simply because of one man.

"I understand your reasons for wanting this but I don't think-"

"You're quite right, doctor, you don't think. So how about you just do as I say because my patience is wearing thin."

The good doctor furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. His patience wearing thin? Bah.

At the moment, Vegeta was standing behind him; arms crossed in their usual manner, face placid if you excluded one lone vein that could be seen throbbing in his forehead.

The two alpha males were down in Dr. Briefs' laboratory working on the new layout and design for a Gravity Machine. Well, better yet, Dr. Briefs was listening to Vegeta demand unreasonable things and trying to explain that such tasks couldn't be done.

For one, he wanted stronger steel. Dr. Briefs, having used the strongest steel known to man (human man, that is) told him he'd just have to reinforce more and hope for the best. Vegeta wasn't too pleased by that and he commenced to glaring and shouting about how that wouldn't suffice.

After a good hour of arguing over that, Vegeta grudgingly changed the subject and said, "Well, I don't want the circuit box on the outside." Dr. Briefs knew the reason behind that statement was because his daughter had somehow interrupted his training and so forth a while ago. Unfortunately, the purple haired man said it'd be dangerous to put it on the inside considering how brutal Vegeta trained. This issued for more glaring, a string of curses and rapid insults.

Strangely enough, that bout only lasted about twenty minutes. Now they were on the subject of the size.

Vegeta wanted it bigger. Dr. Briefs claimed it'd be better if it were smaller for reasons such as; easier access, easier to navigate, more steel used as layers and that it wouldn't collapse on Capsule Corp if he managed to blow it up.

"Now Vegeta-" He stopped abruptly when a fist slammed on the desk in front of his computer and turned around, his glasses sliding down his face a tad.

"It's been over a week now, old man." He whispered with fury. "And you still haven't completed anything yet. Do you know what being deprived of training does to a Saiyan? Hm? It makes them, "Vegeta gave him a devilish smirk."Homicidal."

Although the doctor suspected that he was only trying to intimidate him (Since Goku never got "homicidal"), he was pretty scared at the look on the shorter male's face and laughed nervously. He tried to be inconspicuous when he rolled his chair away to gain space. "Well you do know that I'm a busy man...haha...and, uh...you have been a bit irrational with your requests..."

Vegeta cocked his head to the side and growled. "Nonsense. You're the one who can't perform anything right. I hope the gravity settings have improved at least." He snorted, closed his eyes and folded his arms back again.

Dr. Briefs grinned at that. It was the only thing he could do. Whenever this thing was finished, Vegeta would be able to set the gravity up to almost 1000x's!

But of course, neither of them told Bulma about it. She'd have a fit.

Speak of the devil, the purple haired man thought when he heard the door open and spotted Bulma coming down the stairs. She had a plate of sandwiches stacked on a plate and looked to be in a good mood as she set it down, leaned back on his desk and smiled.

"You two have been working pretty hard so mom thought you needed a break." She explained, plucking a sandwich off of the plate. She watched both males eye it with wary and said in a frustrated sigh, "Don't worry, I didn't make them."

Dr. Briefs took one after that but Vegeta stayed still, having moved off to the side when Bulma arrived. He avoided eye contact with her and she pursed her lips in annoyance. Aside from running into each other here and there and scurrying away awkwardly, she hadn't really spoken to the proud Saiyan since he had been in the infirmary a few days ago.

Since the kiss. The unexpected, crazy, alluring kiss.

She studied her feet to cover up a blush heating her cheeks and took a bite of the sandwich. Great, she thought tiredly, you're thinking about it again. Because she had been thinking about it almost every day of every minute of every second. And she'd be lying if she said she hadn't dreamed about the man either.

These dreams were PG-13 either. They contained "Mature content." warnings and much, much more kissing.

Regrettably enough, she hadn't really thought about Yamcha at all and he hadn't called. Now, she bit her lip and hope that they could remain friends. She needed one at the moment considering her sudden attraction to Vegeta that scared the mess out of her.

"Yes well, Vegeta and I have been discussing things."

Bulma snapped from her gaze and turned to her father. He had a stern look on his face and for a split second, she wondered if he had read her mind and disapproved of her thoughts. But then he stared at his computer and she realized he meant the blueprints.

"Oh?" She dared a look at the Prince and found him staring at the wall. "Well, what have you got so far?"

Dr. Briefs rubbed his hands together, widened his smile, opened his mouth and uttered, "Nothing." In a flat voice. His fake excitement dwindled down to agitated exhaustion as his forehead fell forward on the desk and he sighed.

"What?" Bulma blinked. "Why not?"

"Because your father is a moron."

She turned to give Vegeta narrowed eyes. "And yet I have an inkling that you are the reason for the holdup."

He scoffed. "It's not my fault you wimpy humans cannot meet my demands."

Bulma walked over to him, much to his chagrin. He had been keeping a strict distance from the woman for the simple fact that he was sure she was an evil witch and had placed some sort of spell that caused him to grow...restless and confused whenever she neared.

Was it too far fetched? He didn't think so now as she stared down at him, hands on her hips with a smug expression on her face. Now what was the most logical rationale of why he was staring at her hips? He had never done so before...of he didn't think he had. There had been no need to before because she was just a silly human female that he could use to provide what he needed.

So why the fuck was he wondering what she would look like with that dress at her knees?

"I bet you I could meet your demands."

Vegeta's eyes darted to meet hers and for a minute he suspected that she had seen him looking at her body and was offering herself to him. It took him a moment to recall their previous conversation and determine she was still on the subject of the GR.

"Doubtful."

Bulma folded her arms and tapped her foot. "Well what are they?"

He smirked. "A larger room with much stronger steel and no way to shut off, disable or short circuit anything from the outside." He gave her a knowing look after the last statement and she grinned.

"Well that doesn't sound too bad."

Dr. Briefs, who had been silent through the whole exchange, finally took the time to raise his head and gave the two weary looks. "Now Bulma dear, you know such a thing can't be done. There are security measures-"

"Don't worry, dad." Bulma shifted her body so that the Saiyan couldn't see her wink deviously. "It'll be perfectly okay."

Her father instantly understood and rolled his eyes at his daughter's face. She was up to something.

"You know, now that I think about it there's some prototype metal that is down in the basement." She blinked, tapping her chin. "Isn't it suppose to withstand quite a lot?"

Dr. Briefs furrowed his eyebrows and exclaimed, "Now why hadn't I thought of that!" He swiveled around to stare at his computer. "You know, that isn't such a bad idea....I could configure it there...add a little here....Well, of course, this would have to..."

Bulma let her father ramble on to himself and turned back to Vegeta with a sweet smile he returned with a scowl. "Of course, it hasn't been tested yet. Care to be our guinea pig?"

"Woman, did you just insult my appearance!?"

She rolled her eyes, shook her head and started towards the door. "Never mind. Just follow me."

But Vegeta was still wary, confused and angry. He stood his ground, eyeing her sharply. "Where to?" He spat out.

"The basement."

"Why?"

"To get the prototype."

"Why must I accompany you?"

"Is this twenty questions!?" She spun around and gave him a tired look. "Because you have to carry it. It's pretty heavy."

"The Prince of Saiyans doesn't perform such menial tasks. Have one of your lackeys help you." He stated haughtily, turning up his nose at her.

Bulma puffed out her cheeks and then brightened when an idea hit her. She shrugged and feigned being nonchalant. "Fine. I understand if you're not strong enough to carry it or whatever. I guess I'll just have to call Goku."

She turned her back and smiled evilly, completely missing but sensing the outraged look on Vegeta's face. One...two....three.

He was suddenly beside her, pushing her out of the way, muttering, "Show me where this contraption is, woman. I don't have all day."

Bulma beamed, feeling joyous at her attempt at mind control. He was such an easy target. She followed him out saying, "Well if you insist....."

"OW!" Bulma exclaimed, holding her head where something hard had just hit it. She swung around only to hit her toe on something and held back a scream. She grabbed the offended toe, stumbled back and fell flat on her back, dust collecting on her dress. In the pitch black darkness of the Capsule Corporation basement, the blue haired heiress groaned.

Suddenly, the black vanished as light filtered in. She blinked and looked up at an unimpressed Vegeta staring down at her, his hand on the dangling, old, metal light switch that connected to the large light on the ceiling.

She smiled up at him nervously and he rolled his eyes, muttering something about "clumsy females."

She painfully got to her feet and sucked in a breath at the sight before her. Boxes were piled high all around, papers, screws and other miscellaneous items spilled from them, scattering around the floor. Dust was everywhere; on the floor, on the walls, on the things and now, on her. Spider webs and flies adjourned the corners and there was practically no room to move around.

"We should really clean up down here."She mumbled to herself, pushing things out of the way. Vegeta stood stoic behind her, arms crossed, silent.

Bulma dropped to her knees and began to rummage through the boxes one by one; pulling things out, looking at them, stuffing things back in. She was well into her fifth box before the Saiyan Prince exploded with, "Woman, at this pace, a decade could pass and you still wouldn't be finished!"

She blew a strand of hair out of her face and turned to give him a bored look. "Well if you moved your stiff ass and actually helped me then maybe we'd get done quicker."

His eye twitched as he watched her continue. Tiny dust particles still floating around her, her hair had been put up in a messy ponytail and she had removed her heels. It occurred to him that she wasn't afraid to get dirty.

He smirked at his own revelation but quickly wiped it of his face. Great, he thought angrily, the evil witch strikes again.

"Hey!"

Vegeta turned to her at the exclamation and found her holding some sort of book. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh man, I thought I lost this old thing! Who put it down here?" She was talking to herself, hugging it to her chest. She then proceeded to flip through its pages.

His mouth twitched into a scowl. "Woman, I hope you're reading about where the fucking prototype is because if not then-"

"Oh don't get your tail in a knot." She told him flatly receiving a low growl in return. Then, holding up the book, she asked excitedly. "Do you know what this is?"

Vegeta stared at it in confusion. It couldn't be a weapon could it? Too small. Maybe it had coordinates of vital statuses? Or maybe it was simply a cook book? He finally gave up and asked reluctantly, "What is it?"

"It's my old diary!"

"......What the fuck is a diary?"

Bulma's chest fell as did her previous excitement and was replaced with disappointment and annoyance. "You don't know what a diary is?"

"If I knew then would I be asking?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Well.....it's like a log, a journal people keep about their lives....and stuff."

Genuine confusion came onto his face. "Why would someone want to do that?"

"Well....to remember their past."

He chuckled ruefully. "I haven't kept a 'diary' and I can remember my past fine. Ironically, however, that's the one thing I'd like to forget."

Bulma grimaced and looked away. She didn't want to see the bitter, sarcastic, guarded remains of what Freiza had left over in the man. Because that was what he was, right? A tortured soul able to escape from what could only be called captivity only to result in the mean spirited, arrogant man he was today.

She suddenly found herself wondering how the fire haired Saiyan had been as a child. Before he was forced to do Freiza's bidding.

Then she pondered what would have happened if he hadn't been controlled. Would he still have become evil? Would she have ever met him?

She glanced back up at him and found that he was staring at her quizzically. Then irritation flashed on his face for a split second and she knew that, just by looking at her face, he saw what she had been thinking. Or, more pointedly, what she felt for him.

"I don't need your pity."

"I know." She said softly, smiling lightly. He only narrowed his eyes at her statement and 'hmped.' "You know," She said, brightening up suddenly. "I think I'll keep this and continue to write in it."

Vegeta snorted. "Thank you for sharing that insignificant detail with me. Now, can we find that blasted prototype?"

Bulma rolled her eyes, locked the diary back up, stuffed it under her arm and got to her feet. "Fine. We-" She turned and her leg caught on something. She lost balance, screamed and toppled sideways, reaching out for anything to grab a hold of.

Unfortunately, Vegeta's front shirt was the only thing she grabbed and, with wide, surprised eyes, she took him down in a heap on the floor.

She blinked her eyes open after the dust cleared from their fall and groaned.

"Congratulations, woman, you've managed to fall. Again."

Bulma turned to give the man a glare but stopped short and sucked in a breath when she realized that she had fallen on top of him. He was laying spread eagled, a bored expression on his face and her face was mere centimeters away with her hands on his chest (strong...muscular chest) and legs in-between his.

She blushed at their intimacy and then closed her eyes. Was it just her or was something......hard pressing against her leg?

Out of the blue, the memory of their last kiss flashed in her mind and she wondered if (or prayed that) he'd do it again.

Don't be stupid, she told herself, he doesn't want you. He was just trying to get you frazzled.

The scientist opened her eyes and had to hold back a gasp when she saw the look on his face.

His eyes, as dark, probing and ominous as ever, were staring at her, unblinking. His mouth was slightly curved upwards and he had subconsciously moved his arm around her waist.

"Woman," He said quietly, intensely. "Do you still believe you could meet my demands?"

She considered the question and gulped. She saw all the hidden meanings coursing through it immediately. Either he had asked her something very, very personal or she was imagining things.

Bulma took another look at him and bit her lip. He looked sensual, fierce and mysterious all at once. A bad combination. This wasn't in her imagination.

But, instead of backing off, she breathed, "I can handle anything you give me."

A smirk graced his features. "Is that so?" His hand lowered and she bit the inside of her mouth. "You really shouldn't try your luck with someone as...untamed as me."

"Wild animals are untamed. People can tame themselves." She led a finger down his chest. "Or, in some circumstances, others have to tame them."

He liked her boldness at the moment. And she was quite bold, he realized with raised eyebrows when he felt her hand reach his inner thighs. "That's the thing." He smirked graciously. "I'm a monkey, after all."

"You can take the primate out of the wild but you can't take the wild out of the primate?" She asked, her voice taking on a low, more seductive tone.

Suddenly, their positions flipped. Bulma found herself under him in less then a second, his penetrating gaze on her face, a cunning half smile on his lips. "My point exactly."

His voice was different, she suddenly noticed. It was still deep but it was.....silkier, sexier and full of lust yet still in control. Always in control. Always sharp and precise and critical. She suddenly wondered what he'd be like in bed.

Explosive.

"Are you going to kiss me or what?" Bulma was baffled by her own words and thoughts. She hadn't realized she was saying them until the last syllable had been uttered. Some unseen force must have been propelling her towards him because there was no way, in her right mind, would she ever initiate something like this with the same arrogant bastard who had insulted her, her family and friends. No way.

Right?

Yet here she was, lying under this emotionally and physically abused, cautious, virile man who could magically turn around and speak to her in a husky, crazily attractive voice while sending chills down her spine with his murky eyes, and praying that he would claim her mouth with his own.

And he did.

Bwaha. I bet she forgot all about her ex now. What was his name? Haha. That wasn't a cliffhanger was it? ;P

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