Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Goddess And A Prince ❯ A Broken Gravity Room, A Wrench, And Vegeta ( Chapter 1 )

Title: A Goddess And A Prince

Rating: NC-17 (For later chapters….)

A/N: I don't believe I'm doing this, but this is yet ANOTHER V/B get-together set over those fabled three years before the androids arrived.

Bulma sighed as another monstrous explosion rocked the area around Capsule Corporation. Vegeta was at it again. The man was obsessed. He hardly ever set foot outside of that gravity room with the exception of when he had to eat.

She rolled her eyes. Men were such idiots when it came to things like this. They could never find a solution without violence involved. Even Yamcha was training for this. True, they had to protect the world from total annihilation by a pair of merciless killing machines, but they never took the time to step back and think about the fact that maybe, just maybe there might be a non-violent way to deal with things.

Testosterone should be outlawed, she thought.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Yamcha would have just spent some time with her, but a month had passed and they had hardly spoken a word to her. It was getting very lonely around CC, and unfortunately, with the constant absence of her boyfriend, she was starting to develop an interest in Vegeta.

In many ways, she was spending more time with the infuriating prince than she was with Yamcha. She would tell him to keep his training far from the control panel in the gravity capsule, and he would always end up frying the controls with a stray ki blast or something of the sort.

It had been three days since the last fiasco. She estimated a few more hours before something in the capsule would get decimated. He was simply training too hard. Three hundred and fifty times normal Earth gravity was a bit much.

Bulma glanced at the clock. It was five fifteen. The last 'accident' had happened at five seventeen. She grinned to herself and began to tick off the seconds. If she knew Vegeta as well as she thought she did, it would only be a matter of minutes before he obliterated something in the gravity room.

Five sixteen… Well, at least I'll have something to occupy my mind for a while, she mused.

Five seventeen… Here it comes…

CRASSSSHHHH!!!!! Buh-BOOM!!!

"WOMAN!!!!!"

Bulma absentmindedly blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. At least he's consistent…

"Woman!!!!! Can you hear me?!?"

"Take a chill pill, Vegeta!!! I'll be there in a minute!!!!" She shouted back, wondering whether he had heard of a thing called patience.

"WHAT?!?"

Bulma couldn't help but to smile at Vegeta's purely outraged tone. It really was quite entertaining to tick the Prince of Vegetasei off. She honestly didn't know why he hadn't blasted her for doing just that so many times, but it seemed as though his rule about killing anyone who dared to defy him didn't apply to her.

She pushed herself up off of the couch to take a look at whatever mayhem that the angry prince had caused. She opened the front door to see that smoke was billowing out of the front of the capsule. A fuming Vegeta stood outside the gravity room giving her a look that could burn a hole through steel.

"What took you so long?!" The irritated Saiyajin demanded of her.

"I took my sweet time! Got a problem with it?" Bulma retorted, her own anger rising up.

"Just fix the blasted machine so I can continue my training!!" He bellowed.

"And what if I don't?!" Bulma shrieked back. For some reason, Vegeta's attitude was bothering her more than usual today. Or maybe she was just irritable, but right now she really didn't care.

His face fell into an expression of pure confusion for one second and then rage reasserted itself over his surprise. "WHAT?!"

"You heard me! I'm not gonna fix that thing until you ask me nicely!" She folded her arms over her chest and held her head high. "Now say please."

"You have GOT to be joking me, woman!" Vegeta growled angrily.

"I'm not joking, Vegeta!"

"I DEMAND that you fix that machine!"

"And I DEMAND that you ask nicely!!!"

"NO!!"

"THEN YOU CAN FIX YOUR OWN GRAVITY ROOM!!!!" Bulma screamed, thrusting a wrench in his face, turning, and leaving.

"WHAT?!?"

She was satisfied with the long stream of obscenities that filled the air after she slammed the door shut. Vegeta was going to have to learn some manners and respect the hard way. He might be a prince, but he certainly didn't act like one.

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Vegeta stared at the wrench in his hand. What in Kami's name was he supposed to do with this thing??? The woman had made it quite clear that she was not going to fix the accursed machine unless he asked her 'nicely.' With a snort of disgust, Vegeta turned and reentered the smoke-filled gravity room.

I can do this. How hard can it be? I don't need that woman!!!

The prince used his ki to clear the smoke out of the capsule so he could see what kind of damage he had inflicted on it this time. The control panel was scorched and blown open to reveal a mass of snapped wires and fried circuits.

It CAN'T be that hard! Anything that woman can do, I can do better!!

Vegeta stared at the wrench and then looked at the ruined control panel. He stood there for several minutes, contemplating his situation. He knew next to nothing about this blasted machine, much less how to fix it in this shape.

He turned and stalked out of the gravity room and stormed toward the house. If the woman didn't want to fix the machine, that was too bad. She was going to fix it whether she liked it or not. The Prince of all Saiyajin would not be denied.

He opened the front door angrily to see the blue-haired woman seated on the couch, watching the TV. He walked over to stand right in front of the screen, completely blocking her view of the device.

"So, have you decided to ask nicely?" She inquired with mock sweetness.

"I refuse!!! I am the Prince of all Saiyajin, and you WILL do as I say!!!" Vegeta snarled.

"In case you haven't noticed, your Highness, I'm NOT a Saiyajin!!!" Bulma retorted with heavy sarcasm.

That remark froze Vegeta in his tracks. For once in his life, he had no idea what to say. No one had EVER said that to him before. In the past, all except Frieza had yielded to him, and this weak human female was flat-out denying him what he wanted. It was unbelievable.

She rose to her feet to stand in front of him. "Speechless?"

Fury immediately flooded throughout his system. He powered up, making the walls shake with raw power. "Now you listen to me,woman, you will do as I say and you will do it NOW!!!!"

"Are you done throwing your little tantrum now?" She demanded.

Vegeta's eyes widened. She wasn't scared. He hadn't intimidated her one little bit. Her scent hadn't changed at all. There wasn't even a small amount of fear in it. None at all…

The prince gritted his teeth, crunching the wrench in his hand. "Please…"

"What was that?" Bulma asked, putting a hand to her ear. "I couldn't hear you."

Argh!! She's actually enjoying this!!! He thought bitterly.

"Please." He said through clenched teeth.

"Now was that so hard?"

"Yes." He hissed.

Then the woman did something completely unexpected. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Maybe one day you might actually be a nice guy." She turned and walked out the door toward the gravity room.

One gloved hand came up to touch the area she had kissed. It was oddly warm, and he found quite to his displeasure that he had actually liked it. He shook his head. He considered the fact that this planet might be driving him insane, and decided that that was what was going on. He surely wasn't attracted to that blue-haired human. Or was he?

I truly AM losing my mind, he thought as he dropped the remains of the wrench and walked out the front door to make sure that the woman was fixing the gravity machine.