Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Place to Run ❯ Chapter 3

A Place to Run

Err. DAMN INFURIOR SCHOOL! I HATE IT WITH A PASSION. Oh well, I got out without homework on the first day . So sorry for bringing it in late, my brother was on. Anyway, Here is chappy 3

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Bulma growled a low growl as she slipped on one of Vegeta's training shirts. She really did not want to wear it but she really had no saying in it, and her father surly could not open the door and bring her some clothes. She sighed in frustration as she slipped on the training shorts. She was surprised that these stretched so they could fit her no problem, except the shirt was a little loose, but she really didn't mind. She walked into the bathroom to grab the hairbrush and brushed her hair to be rid of any knots. She winced a bit while pulling on her hair but managed to get through it. She set down the brush and stared at herself in the mirror, letting out a small sigh.

"How come I have to be stuck here of all places with Vegeta of all people! There is just no way I can get through this okay." Bulma said quietly to herself. She left the bathroom and decided to go see if there could be anything done to the computer that might help them get out. She walked to the ladder, placing one hand on the bar and pulling herself up.

"I mean, I'm not saying that there's anything bad about Vegeta, I'm just saying," Bulma thought before glancing to the top of the ladder, completely forgetting her thought. She saw Vegeta training, punching the air, eventually throwing in some kicks, but he was doing it all with no shirt on (Yummy). Bulma's mouth dropped at the site of him, how his muscles flexed with every punch he threw, how he took in breaths, it made her melt inside. He had such a perfect body. Bulma shook her head and closed her eyes tightly to get the image of him out of her head.

"Come on Bulma. You were just saying how much you hate him for being such an ass." Bulma opened her eyes again and glanced back to Vegeta.

"But he has such a perfect body and looks just so good, that I," Bulma thought, again shaking her head.

"No Bulma, no. You've got to keep your cool, Keep thinking about other things. Yeah, I'll just think of other things while I go lie down." Bulma started her way back down the ladder as Vegeta stopped his punching and stared at the empty hole. He had felt her ki nearby and could tell she was watching him. He smirked and continued his work.

"Stupid woman, always has to snoop around with things that I'm doing. She's just a baka." He said throwing a few punches in the air. He continued with his training, totally ignoring the thought of Bulma.

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Bulma sat on the bed holding her head in her hands groaning about her thought.

"Just lay down Bulma, just forget about everything. Think of better things." Bulma lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. She moaned a bit while thinking about things besides Vegeta. She thought about a flower field, ice cream, her parents, Vegeta. She shot up with the thought of him.

"Damn-it." She said, plopping back on the bed. She grunted and placed her hands on her head, shaking until she got a bigger headache. She sighed and closed her eyes, feeling the bad headache getting worse as she drifted off into sleep.

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Vegeta unknowingly slipped into the lower deck of the ship and saw her asleep on the bed in his training clothes. He shot glares towards her as he walked into the kitchen to find something to drink. He grabbed a cup out of the cupboard and placed it under the sink to get some water. As soon as his glass was full of water, He looked at it, then took a sip of it and walked out of the kitchen. He walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed next to Bulma's sleeping body. He took another drink and sighed as he looked down at her body, how she was placed got him the most. One arm was placed under her head and the other was scrunched to against her chest, one leg was hanging off the bed as the other one was pulled up on the bed. Her head was nuzzled into her arm as she laid in silence. Vegeta grunted and moved his hand over her forehead and pulled a strand of hair out of her face. She made a slight moan and moved a bit from his touch. He got up and pulled her body up, and setting it down so her head was on the pillow and her legs were actually on the bed. He stood up with his water and took another drink of it. He sighed and turned around, only to hear Bulma moan again. He turned to hear her start to talk.

"There is no way you can be that mean Vegeta." She said, receiving a cocked eyebrow from Vegeta.

"Wha-?" He started before he got cut off.

"You aren't a bad person Vegeta." Vegeta looked a bit confused.

"I am a bad person woman." He whispered to her. She moaned and moved her head so it looked like she said no.

"I know deep inside you are sweet."

"Sweet? You baka, there's no way I can be sweet. I'm Vegeta, there is no way."

"Then how come you helped me?" She asked. Vegeta looked more confused than ever at that moment. He had no idea what she was talking about and wanted to find out. She continued talking.

"How come you helped me with the destruction, even though you were injured." She asked again. Vegeta, still confused, decided to answer just in case she would tell him something useful.

"Woman, what on Earth are you talking about?"

"That explosion," She started, letting a few tears fall from her eyes. "You were injured in the explosion, as well as I, but you were worse. You came and helped me." She said, letting in a sniff and curling up. Vegeta looked shocked at what she was saying, still confused. He knelt down and stared at her, trying to figure out what in the hell she was saying. He had no idea. He sighed and pulled the blanket up to her body and patted her shoulder.

"I'll figure it out." He said, getting up and walking to the ladder. He heard a moan and a quiet thank you coming from Bulma as he turned and looked at her. She smiled and tugged the blanket closer to her. He smirked and climbed up the ladder and to the first floor. He stood on his feet and stared at the ground just trying to figure out what she was talking about.

"Explosion, I just can't figure it out." He said, placing a hand on his hip. He took another sip of his water and held the glass at his side. The word explosion ran through his head as he was in deep thought about the subject. He set down the cup and walked to the gravity machine, glaring at it, wishing that it would work, but there was no way. He growled and started punching the air again in frustration. He wanted to know what Bulma was talking about and he knew that he would eventually find out, from the only person he could ask, Bulma herself.

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Yes, another chapter done, finally. I hope you like the, short chapter. Sorry again for the late up-date