(Bulma's POV)
It's only been 4 months since the boy from the future had come to warn the Z fighters and myself about the androids. Life at Capsule Corps has been a little hectic, Yamcha was up to my ass not training at all and the "prince" was constantly yelling at my father and me. Yet my mother just adores him.
At the moment I'm working on the gravity room. I finally found some free time to do so, between the arrogant prince and a certain pesky Z fighter. I can't seem to find time to finish this upgrade.
I replaced the gravity simulation chip, now I just had to connect this wire to the x and then this blue wire here, "WOMAN!" Groaning I stand up from my crouched position and turn to face Vegeta, the arrogant prince whose hair always defies gravity, and the same arrogant prince I was just thinking about. Pointing the tool in my right hand at Vegeta whilst placing my other hand on my hip I open my mouth and say, "I am not in the mood today Vegeta, I'm already fixing the gravity room what more could you want." His icy glare met my own I could never get over the fact that his eyes are as black as coal, my eye wandered down his chest examining all the scars of his past battles, then to his hair, I've always wondered what it felt like, it didn't take long until our eyes met and I waited in silence for him to speak.
I was tired of waiting so I broke the silence "Well spit it out what do you want?" My voice lost some of its fierceness, but I could tell it made him mad, I could see the vein on his forehead throb. "When will the gravity room be complete." His voice was stern, curt to the point. "Well, Mr. Prince since you went over 370 times Earth's gravity, when I specifically told you not to! I had to build a new gravity stimulation chip and also adjust the settings in the main controls so that maybe, just maybe I can stop your grubby hands from messing with things that you should not be touching at all." I tried to keep myself calm, but alas I could not and felt my face growing hot with frustration.
"That doesn't give me a time woman."
I snapped, "Bulma my name is Bulma." He just squinted his eyes, "Listen here woman I have a training schedule that I wish to keep, and right now you and your nonstop babbling is putting it further on hold, so why don't you just tell me when you and your tiny brain will be able to finish the gravity room." He ended his statement with a huff and a smirk. "You... you asshole!" I exclaimed, throwing the heavy tool straight at his head.
He dodged it, naturally, but throwing the tool helped ease my frustration considering I felt fed up with him, "Just for that I won't even finish working on it you can try and fix it yourself." I crossed my arms beaming a smile at him, like I had it all figured out.
He just scoffed "Fine I'll just go tell your father, this is a man's job anyway." My smile didn't even falter, "But then it'll just take longer, you should already know I work way faster than him." He rolled his eyes and turned to leave. I don't know why but I called out to him "In all actuality, it will only take about another hour or so to finish the job." I heard him grunt in response, Vegeta is like a C4 you never know when he'll blow, but almost everything triggers him. I walk over picking up the tool and going back to work.
(1 week later)
"Yamcha I swear to kami you are the most annoying man in the world!" I screeched slamming my fist on the granite counter of my huge kitchen. Yamcha had come over for lunch without my permission and now he won't leave, he's been on a rant about me having let Vegeta stay here even though he's already been here for kami knows how long. "Well Bulma you can't just expect me to stand by as a mass murder lives down the hall from you, he killed me for kami sake." Picking my fist off the counter I cross my arms and close my eyes, sighing, I had to calm myself down, "He's not that bad Yamcha besides I've already explained this, you were killed by a saibamen, and once upon a time, you were also a bad guy yourself. Most of the gang started off as villains. Why do you have to be so...so...selfish." I couldn't bear to even look him in the eye.
Yamcha scoffed, "Me, being selfish, you're the one who puts him before me, your own boyfriend!" Kami, he's such a dumbass. "We are not dating Yamcha, how many times do I have to explain this, it's been over for over 3 months. I don't understand why you won't leave me alone. Besides it's not my fault Vegeta is hardworking and trains to get what he wants. You aren't even prepared for the androids."
I could tell I rendered him speechless, as I embraced the silence that filled the kitchen. I watched as Yamcha opened his mouth to speak, his eyes squinted in anger, "He's just an asshole who's using you because he can, watch he'll turn against us and it'll be your fault." The statement sent a chill down my spine but I shook it off watching Yamcha storm out the back door just a couple of steps away from the counter where we had previously been arguing. "The nerve of that guy."
Not even three days later Yamcha was back, but this time there was a more calm atmosphere. "Sooo Yamcha, when did you plan on training?" I asked as we sat in opposite chairs from each other.
Yamcha looked up from his coffee and chuckled, "I don't even think I'll be that big of help when they do come." I raise my eyebrows, "What makes you say that?"
He looked back down at the coffee, "I'm not exactly the strongest guy in universe B, besides I would just be a punching bag." I give Yamcha a reassuring smile, " You could at least go out there and support Vegeta and Goku right?" The coffee cup in his hand shattered, "Why do you always have to bring up Vegeta, you shouldn't even mention him around me." I take a deep breath and set my own coffee down, "Vegeta doesn't plan on hurting anyone." Yamcha scoffed, "That's what you think B."
Calmly I pick my coffee back up to finish it in silence, I stood to walk to the kitchen, I tried my hardest to ignore Yamicha and his constant bickering as he followed behind me. "Can you please just tell me your problem with Vegeta?" I asked him sternly. Yamcha cracked his knuckles, "He just makes me so angry, he refers to me as 'Weakling' and he's always rude to you." I couldn't help but chuckle, "Weren't you just saying how even you, don't think you'd be able to help while fighting the androids." Yamcha chuckled himself, "Yeah I did."
Right as I went to reply back to Yamcha I saw a huge flash of bright lights followed by what felt like an earthquake and ended with a giant explosion. It had come from the backyard. That could only mean one thing, "Vegeta!" I screamed rushing out the door and seeing the crumbled remains of the gravity room and no sight of the Saiyan prince anywhere.
I ran over immediately throwing myself to my knees, I sorted through the remains desperately, the ruins singed my knees but I ignored the pain trying to find the man I know who occupied the now destroyed gravity room. Yamcha screamed out to me, "I just knew something bad would happen, I told you he was trying to do the impossible." I ignored Yamcha,
"Where is he? Vegeta!" I was holding back tears. Suddenly his hand popped out of the rummage making me jump back Yamcha somehow grabbed me pulling me farther from the man I was trying to help. Yamcha was closer than I thought. Vegeta slowly pulls himself from the remains of the gravity room. His arms had several large gashes, I looked in horror at the huge gash across his chest. Vegeta was grunting in what had to be pain.
"A..A..are you okay?" I asked my voice shaky, he replied quickly, his voice even more rough than usual with confidence, "Of course I am."
I sighed, then anger surged through my veins as I shoved down my concern with feigned annoyance. "How could you, you dweeb, you almost wrecked my house, what are you trying to prove?"
He just stood up tall and smirked but his knees buckled under him and he fell backward. "W..what, Oh no," I said running over to him.
"You're hurt!" I exclaimed, kneeling down next to him.
I started supporting the back of his head with my left hand placing my other hand on the big gash in his chest. I was honestly worried, I haven't seen Vegeta beat up this bad. We looked each other in the eye.
"I don't need help, I've got training to do." his eyes told a different story, he looked tired and worn.
So naturally, I interrupted him, "You have got to stop training for a while, I mean look at you, you're a complete wreck."
He looked back at me his left eye had closed while his right was just barely held open, I wish he would just let me be here for him. "But I feel fine, I'm a Saiyan and I can take a little pain. It means nothing to me. And I have to get stronger than Kakarot." As soon as Vegeta finished I spoke, "Okay sure we all know you're a tough guy but you need to rest now." I reassured him with a smile.
"I take orders from no one." He said gruffly and pushed me away trying to stand up, but he failed and fell right back over.
"Ooh, Vegeta," I whispered as I scooted over to him, I looked up to see Yamcha standing there dumbfounded.
" What are you doing just standing there!" I shouted at Yamcha, "Help me carry him to the hospital wing." Yamcha calmly walked over with an agitated look on his face and he picked up Vegeta as I rushed inside.
As soon as we made it to the infirmary I called the best doctor I knew to come and examine him. He has a concussion, five fractured ribs, on top of several huge gashes along his body. I made sure he has his own private hospital room set up as soon as possible. One that had a nice window, I stayed the whole time but I just couldn't stand looking at Vegeta covered in bandages, IVs through his arms, and the mask to breathe. I sent Yamcha home after all of the smart remarks he made while he carried Vegeta to said room. I've sat at the desk right next to his bed with my head down just gazing at him for the longest.
He's the most dedicated man I know, who never stops pushing his limits, but I hope he hasn't pushed too far and I can't stand to see him broken as he is. Vegeta is a strong man and even if they need someone to care about them he has no one so, I want to be that person no matter how crazy it seems. These thoughts kept filtering through my head as I slowly drifted to sleep
(Vegeta POV)
'I am a Super Saiyan!'
The words drifted through my head as I immediately woke up in a cold sweat, all I remembered is trying to deflect the robot's counter-attack and then, that's right the gravity room exploded. I rip the stupid mask contraption off my face, I instinctively sniffed the room noticing Bulma's scent that's when something blue catches my eye. "Huh." why is Bulma here, then I remember how she had rushed out. I don't understand why she is so nice to me can't she see that I'm trying to push her away? 'Yet she's the only one who always has a remark or a witty comeback, she's the closest thing to a female Saiyan left.
I gaze at her sleeping face unknowingly matching my breathing to my own, I allowed myself to lay back while I analyzed her.
The appearance of her cyan blue hair and her ocean blue eyes was different. Saiyans always have dark hair and dark eyes. I was admitting something to myself. It aggravates me so much that I can't stop bugging her, I just have to argue with her to see her face red in anger. I couldn't deny my attraction to her. I sat up starting to pull the needles out that those weirdos in lab coats annoyingly poked into me. I heard a slight murmur from the women beside me.
I sighed and slowly laid back into bed turning my head to stare at the earth woman no longer, "What has this planet done to me." I mumble as I continue to read through my own feelings for my woman
