She finished building the engine. A group of creature surrounded her staring at gaping at her achievement. The short one in the center smiled up at her. A smile that could melt oceans into air. The character was known as Frieza, the ruler of this ship and further planets. She did not feel fear as he lifted a single index finger. "Goodbye, he mouthed."
Bulma screamed though she did not know it. Her eyes were still shut when she felt a pair of hands grab her shoulders. On impulse she punched the person square in the jaw. She opened her eyes to see she was on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. It was dimly lit when she felt pain course through her spine from her rough awakening. A loud thud filled her ears and looked down to see the Sayian prince flat on his back against the tile. A shocked expression on his face.
"Why would you do that?!"
"You scared me, I was having a nightmare."
"Clearly, I heard you scream and rushed up here only to find you shaking on my bed. You're lucky I didn't just drop your food!"
"Sorry, she said sheepishly. Wait your bed? Last time I checked I was sleeping on an engine room floor."
"Would you rather me return you there so you can sleep and scream? Vegeta said arrogantly."
"No! I'm just a little surprised you actually cared about my well being or if I ate or not."
"I… Vegeta trailed off without an answer.
"And so this is what the mighty prince's room looks likes, so barren."
"So now you're an expert on decorating?! You're low class filth."
"The feelings mutual, she replied in an exhausted tone."
Vegeta was quiet at her remark so she seized this moment.
"Never the less, I am truly grateful for all you've done. I'm sorry for pushing you out of your bed. Wait did you say you brought me up diner?"
"Here"
Bulma saw the chicken and bread but was a little hesitant on the purple bubbling liquid.
"It's grape."
She couldn't help but laugh at this. As quick as a flash she cleaned her plate and swallowed the fizzy grape drink down. "If you don't mind me asking what planet are you from?"
"Vegeta, he said."
"A whole planet named after you?! You must be lucky."
He smirked. "Well it's gone now. It collided with a meteor."
"I'm so sorry."
"Spare me your pity, earthling he said as he sat on the bed."
"To be honest I miss my planet and my family. I thought I was going to be tortured my last few days but you seem to make it bearable. I might even consider you a friend."
"I am not your friend! I am nobody's friend!"
"Fine, say what you want but whether you like it or not you've got one now."
The prince was angry beyond belief but at the same time he felt something warm inside him that made his whole body tingle.
"I… she trailed off. They were at opposite sides of the bed. Vegeta was staring down, arms crossed as he sat the very edge of the corner. He looked so lonely and angry and sad. She wanted to comfort him. Without thinking she walked over to wear he was sitting and before he had a chance to reply, leaned her head down on his shoulder.
"W-What—"
"I care about you Vegeta and whatever you've been told it's okay to feel. I may not be a warrior but I know a warrior has to have heart, has to care. Bulma was clenching her fists this time angry."
Bulma drew back and said, "I suppose now is when you kill me or lock me in my cell again." She looked down at the floor bracing herself for the worst when she felt her hand drawn out and put in his. She was surprised at Vegeta's reaction but at the same time was happy that this boy cared. She squeezed his hand tightly and took in the scent of him. He smelled of charcoal and his odd spiky hairstyle didn't look so odd, it reminded her of black flames. He was relatively about her size but was an inch or two taller. She really wondered what he felt about her and if he was going to kill her. Sleep drew upon her like her own shadow. Bulma rested her head on his shoulder and went numb. She must still be tired. Happy to end like this she closed her eyes with Vegeta as her support.
I can't believe what she did! I can't believe what I did! Maybe the girl is right. Maybe it's okay to feel. I shouldn't have held her hand but… it's been so long since someone cared about me, let alone have a friend. Curses! I do feel something for the girl! I really am weak.
He felt peaceful and whatever he felt for the girl he felt for her more. Vegeta noticed how her head fit perfectly in between his shoulder and chin. His blood hummed and his energy spiked. His heart beat quickly. He was invincible. The girl's grip loosened on his hand and her body was now entirely leaning on him. Vegeta looked up to see this strong earthling fast asleep…again. He sighed and scooped her up. She was weightless in his arms and he couldn't understand why she chose to sleep at the most important of times. Quickening his pace he took her to her new room. It was similar to his only the bed was a bit smaller. Laying her down gently as he pulled the covers over her waist and left without another word. Once outside the door he was faced with the question he had been dreading. Was he going to kill her? And if not what was he going to do?
Bulma woke up to see the same set of stars out her window the night before. It was dark outside but it was 8 in the morning. Stretching out her arms and legs she walked over to the bathroom. It seemed there was no shower but some sort of human dryer. She stepped onto the platform and waited. At first nothing happened then she felt a rush of warm air surround her. It whipped her hair back and forth and she felt it everywhere. The wind lasted a total of 10 minutes. When she looked into the mirror she laughed at her reflection. Luckily she had a scarf in her jacket pocket and she wound it around her hair. Sure she looked like a bad rocker but it was better than looking like animals lived in your hair. With a smile she walked out of the bathroom and ran into someone. She screamed in surprise.
"I see you are afraid of me after all, said Vegeta emotionless.
"Hey! Why are you in my room?! I didn't even hear you come in!"
"Why would I waste my breath?"
"I guess you have an attitude problem as well."
"Wha—"
"And if you wanted to see me you could at least approach a girl when she's not in the bathroom, irresistible as I might be."
"What!...As if! Vegeta said looking rather purple."
"So I suppose you came here to drag me to the engine room and scream at me?"
"The training room actually."
"But I thought—"
"I don't care what you thought that's where were going. I'm not let you going to interfere with my quest to become the most powerful being in the universe."
"Such a busy schedule, yet you still make time for me, she said mocking him."
This really made Vegeta angry, no it made him white with fury. He started saying hateful words in a language Bulma didn't understand. She would have thought this was funny if he wasn't so, well he looked like he was about to explode.
"Calm down, Vegeta I was only joking and if you're in such a hurry to train why are you still here?"
"Because your coming with me, he said as he grin came across his face."
Before Bulma could blink she was being thrown over his shoulder like a bag of sand. She pounded her fists into Vegeta's back but he wouldn't budge instead he gripped her tighter.
"Ugghh put me down!"
"No."
"Vegeta!"
"Shut up now before I throw you against the wall."
Knowing him she had no doubt he would so she went silent. She propped up her elbow on his shoulder so she could see something other than the floor.
They were walking away from her room and she saw the hall stretch longer and longer. Occasionally she saw a few rooms with the same stupid goons laughing or talking quietly among themselves. Finally she got tired of her current view and turned her head so she could see Vegeta's face. His charcoal colored eyes looked straight ahead and didn't seem to notice her.
"How much farther?!"
He turned his head to look at her and smirked. "Don't worry were almost there. You should be thankful to have me escort you around here instead of someone much lower class."
"You want me to thank you for your hostility?!"
"You're welcome. Here we are."
He punched in a code and stepped inside.
