Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Count Down From Ten ❯ Have Some Patience ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter Four 

 

(Bulma’s POV)

 

Two months and seventeen long aggravating days, that’s how long it’s been since my previous interaction with Vegeta. I was on my last nerve with the prince as I stewed in my own frustrations while smoking my last cigarette for the night. The last few months had been filled with tedious amounts of work. Even though the matter had nothing to do with the prince I had grown so used to blowing off steam by yelling at the callous man.

 

 He had become an easy outlet for my frustrations and with the aliens’ absence I had few alternatives. Thankfully my mother had been very unselfish with her recent crop. I would find myself jumping at the opportunity to join my parents in my mothers’ garden. In previous years I had never indulged as much. I had too many adrenaline rushing activities to keep me occupied. 

 

Nowadays I’m in my lab racking my brain for any sort of inspiration towards exciting types of projects. In my opinion this was all the prince's fault. Today was especially grinding. I had spent most of my time down in the laboratory with my father, the day had been taken up with an exhausting amount of paper-work. When we signed our last couple of contracts my father had excused himself, it was after all my parents anniversary so they would be dining out this evening. I had been looking forward to an after work smoke session with my father but I didn’t want to put him behind schedule in any way. Instead, I was left to my only other outlet; which just so happened to be glaring daggers into the gravity chamber for the rest of my day.  

 

The first week of Vegeta’s absence had been expected, I was using that time to renovate the gravity room back to what it was before the unfortunate explosion. Like any other task that required my full attention I had confined myself to the lab. My music blaring at an obnoxious volume as my body functioned on caffeine and adrenaline; I was fully engrossed with the schematics for upgrades. 

 

I was mentally patting myself on the back for all my previous hard work in keeping up with gravity upgrades. Luckily the algorithms I had invented in December still had backup files on my computer. Now if my computer were to randomly explode then Vegeta would be shit out of luck because it would take both my father and I at least two weeks to start over from scratch but luckily that is not the case.

 

Ever a man of his word apparently, Vegeta happened to tell me that he would not pester me, for once. I was half expecting him to come by every so often while I added all the upgrades to the gravity room. On any other occasion he would pop into the gravity chamber to yell at me to hurry up but he never showed his face; as far as I knew he was in his bedroom meditating or some crap. When I went to tell him the upgrades were finished a day earlier than I had planned for I couldn’t find him anywhere.

 

His room appeared to have never been lived in; it was so clean, but the armor folded on the dresser and tattered military boots on the floor told another story. With the room devoid of its occupant I decided to examine the armor. I noticed the huge hole on the abdomen and the small hole singed in the left breast plate. This armor wouldn’t hold up well in another fight. Naturally, my curiosity got the best of me. I was a scientist after all, I looked over the boots they appeared easy enough to replicate. As I analyzed the tattered materials of the spandex from the battle suit I couldn't help but think that this was something quite worth my time. 

 

Mending his armor had been a nice change of pace from all the gravity room upgrades and it kept my mind off the princes’ whereabouts. It was a task that had taken a while; I had to figure out the material, there was nothing like it here on Earth. After a full three weeks of experimenting, I had developed the new synthetic fabric; another two weeks of quality control testing and I was confident in my design. As anticipated, not only was I able to fix the armor and duplicate it, but I was also able to upgrade the fabric.

 

I painstakingly worked to make the components slightly more durable and extra flexible. The easiest part of the ensemble were the boots and gloves, I replicated those perfectly. I was excited to try and find the saiyan so I could smugly brag about my work. The absence of logs in the gravity-room data proved to me he had yet to step foot in the fully upgraded chamber. It seemed the prince had yet to make an appearance and that was odd to me but I shook it off. 

 

I had even gone the extra mile to ask both of my parents if they had seen any sign of the saiyan but neither party had. My mother was especially upset since she hadn’t had to cook anything extravagant lately. I remember how shocked I was that the month of May had flown by, it was the middle of June and the prince was nowhere to be found. I tried not to let his absence deter my good mood. 

 

I had to admit, since I devoted most of my attention to the armor upon the completion of the two sets I had a euphoric ego boost. I took it upon myself to treat myself to a personal day. I got in contact with my favorite hairdresser, he was more than willing to work me into his busy schedule so I was able to get my hair done. I had kept up with my perm for over a year and it was finally time to have it released giving my hair back its natural length. 

 

With my stylist's unique skill he turned my hair into long beautiful bouncing curls instead of the previous sea of tight curls that was once atop my head. I even went the extra mile to get my nails pampered, hoping that by the time I got home my alien house guest would certainly be there.

 

 Alas he was not, I ended up waiting in his room that night. I figured that even if he wasn’t in the gravity room he would at least show up in his own room, right? How wrong I had been, I sat for hours on his bed. I had repeated and corrected my own genius speech; planning to boast about my achievement to a man who seemed to care very little. I twiddled my thumbs sitting there in the empty room for far too long, falsely hoping for my alien house-guest to appear. I had started that night very excited, to say the least, but he never came.

 

That was when my excitement towards the matter melted to sadness; which quickly boiled to anger, as to why I left a note with some pretty obscene words. All it said was that he was essentially the most ungrateful asshole I had ever met. I tried my hand at a few jabs at his massive ego but as my anger slowly diminished I decided to end it kindly by letting him know that the gravity room upgrades had been completed weeks ago. 

 

When I had placed the note on his pillow I  remember glancing around the empty room, wishing he had been there. My anger started to build as I chidded myself, this felt like it was a wasted effort. Then I remember the small moment between us on the balcony; where it could lead me. I was trying to convince myself that making an effort to connect with the prince was worth it. I had stomped my way out the room, making sure to slam his door shut; it was hard enough I had felt the walls quake from my futile wrath.

 

I didn’t even mention the armor in my note; I just left the two new suits on top of his dresser right next to the old tattered armor I had based my design off of. The boots laid out on the floor next to the desk. He would know who designed them no doubt.

 

That night had been two weeks ago! Any ounce of excitement I had held towards the man's return was gone, especially right now. I’m so fed up with him; he was obviously ignoring me acting like I’m the plague.

 

Three days after I had left that stupid note I decided to go out with some of my girlfriends. They had decided on an early start to the day with breakfast as to why I left early in the morning. I had returned home later in the afternoon, I had been exhausted from a day full of shopping and gossip. I went straight to my room with my haul of clothes, I was very pleased with my finds for the day. After I put everything away I decided on a celebratory cigarette. I found my stashed pack and went to the balcony. As I lit my cigarette I peered over to the gravity room, instantly noting a flash of light.

 

 At that moment in time my excitement had boiled over. I watched the spherical room intensely for the rest of that day, patiently waiting for the hardened prince to finally emerge. That was the issue, it seemed he hadn't even done as much as take a snack break, he secluded himself in there. It was insane to me, training for over fourteen days straight with no break! I had no clue what the saiyan had been up to the months prior but it was undeniable, he was avoiding me. 

 

Obviously the upgrades must have been up to his standards. In the two weeks that he has been back I’ve made multiple trips to the lab to check the logs in the room. The reports clearly indicated he was basically slaughtering himself training; the gravity rarely fluctuated down past three-hundred and forty times the earth's natural force. I did take note that the simulator would power down on occasion, normally past midnight, but only for a measly three hours before it was back on.

 

It slightly irritated me that he hadn’t even emerged to demand me to fix training droids. By the logs I could see that two out of the seven bots were completely inaccessible; meaning they were broken yet he never left that damn room. I threw my long burned out cigarette into the overflowing pail on the ground. I lazily rested my elbows on the metal rail as I glared into the gravity chamber. I had a feeling this was all because of that ridiculous night on my balcony. 

 

At this point I was beginning to believe that moment had been an emotional hallucination. But by the way that rogue was acting, it had to have happened; he obviously regretted it.

 

I wondered how long the saiyan would keep up this immature charade.

 

(Vegeta’s POV)

 

Why does she keep doing this?

 

Doesn't she know that I can feel her watching me train? I doubt she can even see me from that far away yet she’s been staring at the Gravity room like this since I returned. The feeling of her eyes peering into the chambers’ only window fueled my frustration even more. I stormed over to the controls and amped up the gravity specs and initiated the defensive bot algorithm. Three droids emerged from the wall and I watched them settle in position before they began shooting their lasers towards me.

 

My body strained to dodge the first few blasts but within a few seconds I was moving fluently.  I haven’t had any contact with that cerulean madonna for months and I can already tell that she’s infuriated with me. I couldn't get her out from under my skin. It was ridiculous that even with no recent altercations with that blue-haired shrew she still seemed to linger in the back of my mind. I avoid the next three blasts and send my own small ki blast towards the furthest bot. 

 

My head stayed on a swivel, anticipating the rebounds as I debated several things within myself. I have never felt this sort of lack of self-control. I’m a conditioned warrior. One who is well versed in physical vulnerabilities. I can pin-point where to take any opponent down within the first crucial minutes of a fight. I knew that physical weaknesses were easy to exploit, but under Frezia’s ranks I had learned that to really break your opponents down it was essential to capitalize off their close relations. 

 

I didn’t make friends, I didn’t make acquaintances.

 

I had my squad mates and they were saiyans as well but they weren’t to be trusted. I only trust myself and because of this I've never had to consider any individual a weakness. I forced my body down to avoid being struck by my own rebound blast. I jumped back to my feet, my jaw clenched as I tried to regain my focus. I can’t be around her; I was not going to let a nuisance such as herself reduce me to such a low-degree again. I have to be controlled around the likes of her. I shot out two different blasts. I will have the upper hand next time I'm faced with the presence of that irascible woman. 

 

I've never been scared to show my face to anyone. I was one of the most rebellious soldiers amongst Frezias’ ranks; that lizard knew he was at the top of my hit list. The woman on the other hand was not like other obstacles I’ve faced in the past. I redirected the oncoming blast before quickly dodging the other that was headed straight towards my right shoulder. I couldn’t just eradicate her, no that would ultimately end with my own expiration. The androids couldn’t come soon enough for my liking; Kami help me should I fall for a trap such as the vixen herself.

 

‘She has no meaning to me, she is nothing special, she is not attractive. She will never get to me. No matter what.’ I repeated the statement like a mantra in my mind as I continued to strain through my exercises. I was hoping to regain what little sanity I had left.

 

My actions the week of the gravity room explosion have haunted me. While my own behavior towards the woman fueled my self discipline; the woman’s reaction had done nothing but derail my concentration. After my embarrassing slip-up on that bluenette’s balcony I confined myself to my room. Wasting valuable time doing light workouts as I impatiently waited for my body to fully recover. I never had to travel to the kitchen since the blonde woman would interrupt my impromptu workouts by knocking at the door. She would kindly barge in to allow work bots to flood my room to place a variety of food down on the dresser. 

 

The blonde woman would then squeal some unimportant nonsense before her untimely departure. After three days of my relaxed routine my body felt amazing there were no more aches in my chest and all the gashes had fully healed. 

 

I grew impatient. I was eager to test out my newly achieved power. 

 

Fully prepared to act as if nothing had ever happened. A plan developed in my mind. I still remember cockily storming down the hall towards the lab, I could hear a jumble of insensitive noise as I rounded the corner. I covered my ears as I stomped the last couple of steps towards the open lab door. When I glared into the room I was shocked to say the least. The woman was prancing around the laboratory barely clothed as she worked.

 

 I stood captivated watching her wildly write down a bunch of notes before she would jump up and dance her way over to her work station. She never once looked toward the open door as she meticulously moved about the lab; which worked in my favor. My original plan was forgotten, my feet cemented to the ground. My eyes devoured the vixen while she sashayed around the room. After gawking at the woman for far too long I retreated back to my own quarters extremely agitated. 

 

That was the day I decided to go and train somewhere remote and away from these senseless distractions. 

 

I had flown for hours trying to locate the perfect terrain. Within a day I had found a remote set of islands that were home to a wide variety of wildlife. The climate was satisfactory and after a thorough search I found the islands uninhabited by any earthlings. It was second nature to survive for weeks off multiple species of massive lizards. They were the only creatures worth fighting. Of course I only used my bare hands when it came to the small battles. I had only used meager ki blasts to cook the low level varmint. 

 

When I grew tired of the taste of smoldered lizard I decided to chance exploring the deaths of the waters surrounding the islands. It was quite exciting to see how massive the varieties of sea species could get. I had lost count of the number of my scaled victims but I knew their deaths only helped me work through most of my frustrations. 

 

After waking at the break of dawn one morning with an annoying pain in my neck I decided it would be best to return to the compound where I had a bed to sleep in, a wide variety of food, and a gravity room that was sure to be fully updated. 

 

When I returned two-weeks ago I was prepared for anything. As I landed in the back yard I quickly picked up on where everyone was, the blonde woman was in the kitchen and the older male scientist was in the lab. I couldn't sense the blue haired wench anywhere on the compound, good.

 

I stormed down to the lab speech already prepared. I cut the man off before he could greet me by demanding that he be in charge of the gravity chamber updates. I insisted that the blue-haired scientist was not to be involved with my training equipment any longer. 

 

He stated that he would definitely be able to deal with the gravity aspects but he wouldn’t know much about the droids without his daughter’s help. I had left the laboratory without another word.

 

To say I was trying to be cautious with the bots was an understatement, I wanted to avoid the woman at all cost. I hadn’t been too frustrated when I returned to the compound but when I entered my room that day my mood soured.

 

 It was obvious she had spent at least one night there. It truly aggravated me that it was the first thing to greet me upon my return from a multi-week excursion. In the past I had ignored her scent, it had always seemed so light and insignificant. Yet as I recall walking into my room that day it had smacked me in the face. Her sickly honey scent still lingered on every surface; especially on the damn bed. Just what the hell was she doing when I was gone. On the pillow was a piece of paper, a note, after reading through the offensive letter it was clear the woman had left it. It was then that I made the decision to isolate myself in the gravity simulator. 

 

Deciding that hygiene had been more important than my frustrations towards the unpleasant situation I had found myself in, I quickly showered. When I stepped out of the bathroom something out of place caught my attention; my armor on the desk had moved. I stormed over to the wooden piece of furniture and glared down at the now multiple suits. My old suit looked the same, worn due to previous battles but the other two seemed ‘new’.

 

I removed the pristine white gloves from on-top the stack and tried on the left one. It disturbed me how it fit perfectly, yet I was impressed the material didn’t prohibit any of my finger movements. I took the glove off and placed the set down. In turn I picked up the newer chestplate, carefully analyzing it. It was definitely a different design than the previous set. 

 

It was much lighter and the straps on the shoulder were much thinner; the color matched the gold tone of the abdomen cover. I placed the breastplate down to analyze the battle-suit underneath. The material was just as stretchy but it was a lot softer. I folded the suit back up, placing the chest-plate on top with the gloves finishing the stack. The woman had definitely made these, I glanced down by the floor of the desk and noted the two sets of military style boots; two fully completed sets of armor.

 

Why had she done that?

 

It irritated me that I couldn’t understand that blasted woman. As I promptly got dressed my stomach rumbled; hence the decision of one decent meal before I head to the gravity room. I stormed out of the room and down to the kitchen where the annoying blonde woman usually was. She greeted me with her high pitched squeals and offerings of food. When I finished the meager meal I demanded that she was to make sure there was plenty of food being delivered to the gravity room. 

 

After that I did what I intended; I confined myself to the gravity room. It proved to be a decent living, it was the same design as the old spaceship. It had a small sleeping area with a decent cot, it even had a restroom. The only downside was this model didn’t have a shower.

 

I was accustomed to solitude, I convinced myself the simulator's accommodations were much better than the trees I had spent countless nights sleeping in the weeks prior. I rather confine myself to the gravity room than risk spending a single night in a room which reeked of the blue-haired woman. Even though it has been weeks since my return, I can still faintly smell her. It's so hard to describe. Of course it was feminine but it was such a unique mixture of spicy and sweet. Just like her attitude. 

 

A sudden agonizing wave of heat collided with my side and I growled in annoyance. The slight distraction of remembering that blasted aroma derailed my concentration enough to where I hadn’t reacted to the blast appropriately. I gritted my teeth in frustration and I snapped my head up to watch the other bounding blast. I knew I was going to spend a lot more time in this room than anticipated.

 

(seven weeks from leave off point)

 

(Bulma’s POV)

 

When I woke up this morning I convinced myself that I wouldn’t even bother looking at the gravity logs today, and I stayed true to my word. I hadn't been back down to the lab since last night. I considered today to be a lazy day for me. I needed a break anyway so I had a small breakfast with the company of my parents. My mother was talking about the grocery trip she was planning for the day, she was gushing about how hard Vegeta was working and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her enthusiasm. Yeah locking yourself in a gravity room for almost two months was truly mesmerizing.

 

After politely excusing myself I simply retired back to my quarters. I didn’t rush up the stairs and when I opened the door I chose to stand and look around my room, the chaotic order was much similar to my mindstate. I was bored to say the least; last week I monitored the final quality test on the last batch of jets so I had no military contract to keep my attention.

 

I threw myself on to the bed and pulled a pillow to my chest. I blankly stared at the ceiling as my cognitive wheels turned. The idea of hanging out with my friends that aren’t the Z fighters was usually appealing. Then I had to go and remind myself they were all just morons who have no lick of sense; the only thing we have in common is shopping and gushing over hot men. Normally a good shopping trip and a few hotties always brightens my mood but right now shopping just doesn’t sound fun, not today at least. 

 

I instantly thought about calling up the Z-gang and getting us all together for lunch. I eagerly shot up from the bed and grabbed my phone off my side table. I stopped halfway through my passcode when I remembered one important thing. Everybody was probably busy training themselves in preparation for the androids. Yamcha crossed my mind, we hadn’t hung-out in weeks especially since things did end a little messy; he did text me days after the gravity room exploded and apologized for his behavior. Naturally I forgave him. I looked back down at my phone, I pulled up the conversation log; checking through the last messages he had sent me. 

 

We did have multiple conversations through texts this past week. He managed to fall back into his old ways, asking me out to dinner. I had yet to reply to his message sent yesterday. I had tried to explain to him how I felt on multiple occasions but it seemed to go in through one ear and out the other; it never permanently stuck. I thought we were past this especially after his previous apologies but he obviously didn't understand what it meant to be just friends. 

 

We could hang-out anywhere else but dinner at an exclusive restaurant down-town was just too formal. I glanced over the text asking about dinner once more before gaining the courage to reject his offer politely. I excused myself this time by explaining that my dad really needed my help in the lab these past few days. When in reality there was nothing that urgently needed completion. 

 

Satisfied with my response I toss my phone lightly to the bed. I fell back into the mattress once more, I reached out to grab my pillow and re-clutched it to my chest. I found solace in the silence of my room. Although I had lied to Yamcha I had done plenty of work these past couple of months. Without Vegeta to supply me with my usual engaging tasks I had to rack my brain for new gadgets to keep my attention. One of the easier projects I had dove head first into was another stun-gun. The pistols I had made for Halloween were fun and all but not practical. The weapon could only fire six rounds before the chambers had to recharge, which took fifteen minutes in total. I knew it needed an upgrade and in reality it could be a very useful weapon considering the crowd I hung around.

 

It took me a week to draw up the blueprint and to fully design the hardware. Another week to build my first prototype and a third week dedicated to final stage testing for the rifle. My father was very impressed with my semi-automatic design, he teased about it saying I should invite Goku over. He wanted to see its full effect in person of course. I thought the idea over but I didn’t want to bother the Son family. My second idea was to manually shut the gravity room down so I could test the rifle on my arrogant house guest but I kinda enjoyed living a little too much. Besides it only held sixty bullets, it wouldn’t keep that bastard down for long.

 

Now the other project I tried to undertake was one that came to me after a nightmare. Two weeks ago I had woken up a tangled mess of anxiety; fear seized the air from my lungs as my head swiveled around my room frantically. As I remember the remnants of the dream, my nerves lit on fire; I had been back on Namek. I had been left alone once again and that creep Zarbon had appeared out of nowhere. I hastily tried to run from him on one of my motorbikes but it had been futile. No matter how far I’d get, no matter how good I thought I could hide he would always find me. His stupid scouter obnoxiously beeping the closer he got.

 

That night I rushed down to the lab, sleep was not coming back to me. I began writing out molecular equations, trying to pinpoint how to counterbalance the radiant output of our natural energy. The device I had envisioned was a band, smaller than an average wrist watch. If it worked correctly the device would be able to manipulate the forces around an individual, in essence masking that person's energy level by displacing that energy outwardly. In theory it would be damn near-impossible to pin-point a person's energy when everything around it would be synchronized at the natural base level. 

 

I flipped to my side and stared out the glassdoor of my balcony. I hadn’t exactly figured everything out with the ki-blocker. Even though the sun shined and birds roamed the sky the looming threat of the androids left my mind roaring in panic, maybe I was stressing about things a little too much. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. I had been working at an unrelenting pace just like the rest of the Z-fighters, there was no doubt about that. I knew that ki-blocker could come in handy at some-point. I just wasn’t sure if that point would be a worse case scenario. 

 

I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place. I knew I shouldn’t stress about the future, I should put faith behind my friends who are the strongest warriors I know. It was hard knowing a rather brutal fight was about to ensue and that everyone is relying on Goku. I’ve watched the man fight numerous times; I knew he was a very seasoned warrior, one with the kindest of hearts. I reminded myself just how hard Vegeta had been training; I knew how different of a fighter he was from Goku. Vegeta was ruthless and for some reason that notion made me feel a little better about the androids. I just wish the man would think about his own well being once in a while, sure the gravity room hasn’t exploded again but he has never spent this much time in the room. 

 

I quickly tried to derail my swiftly building irritation. I began flipping through my memories, drawing forward the happiest days of my youth; my mind easily calming itself.

 

~

 

I wake suddenly, every previous thought swarming my head in high definition. I peered over at my balcony and noticed the setting sun. I had absentmindedly slept the day away. Sighing I sat up in bed; other than being angry at Vegeta I guess I didn’t have anything else to do.

 

I stretched the sleep from my arms before standing to my feet. I grab the almost empty pack of cigarettes off my nightstand and on shaky legs I walk over to grab my fluffy blue robe that was draped over my desk chair. I slid it on like it was a second skin as I casually walked over to my balcony. The door opened easily enough, even with my thick robe on the cooler night air sent a shiver down my spine. With a calculated hand I grab the lighter I left in the pocket of the robe, lighting the cigarette. I enjoy the feeling of the nicotine reaching my lungs, slowly being absorbed into my bloodstream, bringing a slight rush to my head. I can’t help but feel calm as I drop the lighter back in the pocket.

 

 Now cigarettes are my real friends, they’re always there when I need them, they calm me down; they help me through tough times and they are easily replaceable. They’re nothing like the opposite sex, cigarettes were easy to deal with; especially since interacting with new people proved too difficult, particularly nowadays.

 

Moving on from Yamcha, of all people, should have been easy for me. I’m the heiress to the Capsules Corporation. At the military ball, hosted by the king; I had a sea of males waiting for me to jump in and test the waters. Most of the men were well built bachelors who had high ranking military office positions, of course several were ballsy enough to ask me to dance but I hesitated. 

 

They just all kinda melded into one another, none of them stood out to me. The reason behind that was the only attention I seemed to crave was from an alien; a hard-headed asshole who only verbally assaulted me with lackluster insults. He was apparently too busy to deal with the likes of me. I leaned over the rail and gazed into the gravity room seeing random flashes of energy from the single window that always captured my full attention.

 

At least I know he’s back at Capsule Corps and not out anywhere dangerous. Although nothing is dangerous to him unless it’s Goku; the only fighter alive that can take him down. I take another drag of the cigarette, he works so hard just so he can surpass my childhood friend. He definitely trains way harder than Goku. I allow my mind to wonder, was there anything else I could do to help him achieve his goal? I had plenty of training-bot designs floating through my genius. 

 

I was running through so many different schematics when I started to think about training equipment that wasn't gravity specific. I knew Goku only trained in one-hundred times earth's gravity on his way to Namek, he had a few weight sets on board as well. Vegeta had surpassed the barrier of one-hundred times earth's gravity in merely a week's time in the gravity room. I have no clue if Vegeta has ever spared those barbells a glance.

 

 I wondered why Vegeta had yet to achieve his goal but he had been training vehemently. I was mentally comparing the two saiyans; Vegeta was always so serious, maybe if Vegeta was more laid back like Goku he'd be able to achieve greater strengths. It was obvious that Goku would protect this planet with his dying breath, he has family here; a son to carry on his lineage and a woman who loves him. 

 

Vegeta doesn’t have the same ties to Earth like Goku, he was only staying because he couldn’t turn down an exciting battle with the androids. He was a man obviously guided by his selfish pride, it left him a frustrated mercenary.

 

 Even though I was angry at a certain prince my train of thought quickly derailed to a multitude of ideas to ease the prince's frustrations, my mind conjuring up scandalous scenes. I quickly reprimanded myself, I highly doubt he wants my help in that department.

 

I take a quick glance around my balcony remembering the moment Vegeta and I shared four months ago. I tried not to focus on the rush of emotion as my eyes trailed back to the gravity room. Maybe if Vegeta had something to fight for other than himself he would succeed in his strenuous endeavor. My cigarette slowly burned to a finish, I flicked into the metal bucket at my feet and stayed watching the random lights. The energy flashes stopped, and I tried my hardest to stare directly into the biggest window of the gravity room which was conveniently facing my balcony. I could barely make out the outline of the callous prince, I can’t help but imagine what his training consists of.

 

(Vegeta’s POV)

 

 I was pushing past my breaking point, training harder than any other moment in my lifetime. I was physically punishing myself for not being able to control my urges. I had another awful three nights with little to no sleep. My mind violates my only peace by conjuring up images of that cerulean Madonna of a woman prancing around her lab. It is these unnerving dreams that made me jolt awake, my heart thundering as a deep sense of disgust held me rigid. 

 

I could never spend too long laying on that cot. As to my reasoning behind my pitiful amounts of sleep. I would constantly find myself thinking about the night on her balcony; her ambiguous words replayed through my mind and my frustration towards the situation were only heightened.

 

 I hadn’t had any contact with her for seventeen weeks, thanks to never having left the gravity room. Yet my mind tortured me to no end. I need to convince myself that she is nothing to me, nothing. She was simply a pawn being used in a greater scheme, I would abuse her and her father’s genius until I achieved my goal. I didn't understand the emotions swirling around my frustration but I knew it was brought forth only by thoughts of that woman.

 

I have never given in to any emotion except anger, even revenge is an emotion to me. Yet this woman brought forth such a distraction for no reason. I didn’t understand what it was about the earthling that caused me to feel such bewildering emotions. All she intends to do is annoy me and I do the same to her. I was immersed with rage, once again my mind was musing through useless thoughts pertaining to that insignificant woman. I brutally continue training, forcing myself to the brink of utter exhaustion.

 

 I have a goal to reach and all this senseless thinking about the woman was interfering with my concentration. She was truly a very curious distraction that I can’t seem to shake. I hate the situation so much but I can't seem to channel that hatred towards the cerulean-haired eathling; I just don't seem to hate her. 

 

What has happened to me? It must be this planet that's making me soft.

 

~

 

I continued to punish myself for five more prolonged days before I started to think about leaving the room. There was no sense in punishing myself further when my body could handle the max output of the gravity simulator. As I continued to dodge several blasts I proceeded to make a plan; I will seek out the old man tomorrow morning and demand more upgrades. I worked through the rest of my regime, I debated working through my cool down but decided against it. I walked over to the controls and lowered the gravity from seven hundred to three hundred and fifty. I waited patiently for the day to progress. I began by meditating but after a few hours my focus was undeterred. 

 

It was obvious from the window that the sunset was a good few hours away. I needed the cover of darkness to leave the room undisturbed. I wanted an evening with no interruptions. Without further hesitation I walked over to the controls and turned the gravity down to an even one hundred. I trudged over to the ship’s bed, I hoped the heavy force would keep my mind focused rather than being inattentive to my surroundings.

 

I glared down at the bed before I plopped down on the stiff surface allowing my body to succumb to my exhaustion.

 

~

 

Having passed out prior to deciding it was time to leave the room; I awoke with another aggravated ache in my neck that only raised my frustrations more. 

 

Yes I needed to get out of this blasted ship.

 

I despise myself for feeling as exhausted as I was after such a meager day of training. I had to admit after punishing myself for weeks prior, the strenuous work in over seven-hundred times the planet’s gravity matched with little sleep had taken its toll on this warrior's mind and body. The fact there was no food delivered to the gravity room for two days only made matters worse. 

 

The power I have achieved through these months was astounding but it was still nothing compared to the power of super saiyan. 

 

I must achieve my goal but I would rather not spend another night sleeping in the gravity room. I hadn’t showered in forever. Although I had been on plenty of strenuous purges which left me grimy as hell I knew I had a noxious smell building. The cot was also highly uncomfortable compared to the bed in the room designated for me; the woman’s scent should be long gone by now.

 

After these rough months of training I paid keen attention to the energies around me. I had to be absolutely sure nobody was spying on what was happening outside the gravity chamber. The only reason I was leaving the ship was because a warrior needed to allow his body some decent rest from time to time. 

As I stepped out of the room I actually enjoyed my first inhale of fresh air. As I relaxed I could feel a physical difference in my strength.

 

 Even though I was exhausted, my power felt outrageous. I should be close to my goal. I grew stronger by almost killing myself so this night's rest will work out in my favor. I appreciate the light breeze on the small journey to the kitchen-door. It felt as if my body was as light as a feather due to having dealt with such high forces of gravity.

 

Before I opened the door I honed in on the location of all the house occupants once more, thankfully they were all still in their designated rooms. I allowed myself to relax. I was careful as I turned the knob, I was sure not to use any strength when I pushed the door open. I would rather not be awoken by Bulma and her screeching because I had ruined her property. 

 

I silently clicked the door shut and glanced around the dark room. I thought about showering first before my stomach let out an irate growl. Without a second thought I made my way to the fridge not even bothering to turn on the light to see. I grabbed every container on the first two shelves, filling my arms with what I could before setting the abundance out on the counter. I quickly located an eating utensil before I picked up the first container. I eagerly removed the lid and began eating. I didn’t even care what the substance was nor how long it had been in the fridge.

 

Before I knew it there was nothing left but open shelves in the fridge. I ignored the bottles lining the sides as I glanced down at the drawers at the bottom. I realized there might not be anything readily edible in them and decided to look elsewhere. I closed the door, alleviating the room of light. My head swiveled around as I analyzed my dark surroundings. I was still hungry. I discarded all the empty packages in the trash and placed the other containers into the sink; I was trying to leave as little evidence of my presence as possible. When my stomach let out another grumble I knew I had no other choice but to turn on the light to see what was in the cabinets. With the light on I opened the cabinet closest to the stove, I found a shit load of metal-cans with a substance called soup. 

 

Shrugging I grabbed all the cans, stacking them with no problem. I carefully walked over to the table setting the assortment in front of me before I took a seat. After peeling back the lid of the first can I analyzed the substance taking into account its mostly liquid state, I began devouring the substance in gulps. I honestly enjoyed the savory flavor and eagerly opened the next two cans. 

 

I was in the middle of finishing my fifteenth can of soup when I sensed the cerulean haired woman. She had left her room and she was making her way down the stairs; I hoped she would continue her way to the laboratory but she was obviously making her way to the kitchen. My mind raced as I fought the urge to completely disappear but a warrior didn’t run away from a weakling such as herself. I knew I should have shut the light off after I acquired the soup. When she rounded the doorframe in, I didn't even acknowledge her. I convinced myself choosing the high road would be best; that meant I would completely ignore her.

 

“You know soup tastes better after you warm it up.” She announced herself lightly.

 

I didn’t even grunt as a reply, I acted as if I didn’t hear her and I continued to eat the canned substance. 

 

“You look really rough, Vegeta. You should rest for a few days since you refused to leave the gravity room for what, two months?” She stated as if I was a child, chiding me for my lack of personal concern. Her voice seemed oddly calm considering I could feel her eyes burning holes through my person.

 

 I dared to look up, I instinctively scanned her appearance. I barely met her eye. Instead I surveyed her hair, it was down to her shoulders, looking much different than the last time I saw her. Yet the attire she had on seemed to be the same outfit she had been wearing that particular night after the gravity room explosion. As I studied the articles of clothing I realized that those were the loose clothes she had originally got me to train in. 

 

I could feel a weird sense of pride swelling in my chest; along with an alarming ache of want. I had no clue what was wrong with me. I quickly looked away and tried to deter my wandering psyche. I proceeded to ignore the woman’s presence once again. I forced the confusing swirl of emotions down. It was obvious my lack of proper sleep was causing me delirium. I refocus on my cans of soup. I grabbed the next can and quickly peeled back the lid. I felt as if I was doing a great job of pretending that she wasn’t even there.

 

The silence of the room was broken by a barely audible sigh from the woman. I noted her hushed footsteps towards me; I watched out of the corner of my eye as her delicate hands gathered the empty cans around me. Once she turned around I quickly glanced up to see the woman’s back facing toward me. 

 

‘At least she’s not making a scene,’ I thought to myself. I clutched the can in my hand tighter before tossing the substance back. I set the now empty can on the table as I looked down to what was left. I counted only six more cans of soup; that was not going to satisfy my hunger. As I peeled the next lid off I looked over to the woman once more, she was smashing the opened end of the empty aluminum cans before she would toss them in the waste container.

 

I looked between what was left of my meal and back the woman, she could honestly make herself even more useful than just discarding the empty cans. Despite my earlier intention to ignore the woman, a verbal spar didn't sound too bad. I could use a good battle of tongues afterall, I can consider it a test run to my own self-control issues.

 

“Make me food Woman!” I commanded her without a second thought. I was expecting her to react disobediently towards my order.

 

She craned her head in my direction, “Sure.” She replied flatly. Her response was calm and collected but her eyes bore into mine; displaying her true aggression towards me before she swiveled on her heel to face away from me once again.

 

What is wrong with her? 

 

Where was her rebellious bite?

 

Normally she would grab the chance to yell at me just like our previous encounters. I could tell she was aggravated with me but she didn’t take the bait. My cognitive wheels turned as I grasped for another jab that might ignite her cerulean flame.

 

“Seems like you figured out who your superior is,” I commented snidely, hoping to at least rile her up; but there was no such luck.

 

 She seemed to ignore me as she continued the task of finding something for me to eat. I was not accustomed to her turning down an opportunity to bite back.

 

Freshly annoyed by her not so feisty attitude I continued my meal. Once I finished four out of the five canisters of soup in my possession I slyly looked up to watch Bulma as she prepared my next course. It was obvious she was making me sandwiches, I glanced over at the other ingredients spread on the counter. I rarely saw the woman work in the kitchen but I knew she was just as gifted as the blonde woman when it came to food preparation. It was always the dishes she would prepare on occasion that seemed to be the most enjoyable to my palate. I reflect on all the training equipment she's provided me, then again everything she does for me is ‘adequate’. I wonder about what other talents the woman might have in store. 

 

I screwed my eyes shut as I dropped my head down on the table, physically reprimanding myself for thinking along those lines. All those weeks spent trying to ignore these insistent thoughts, only for them to haunt me in her presence. A rumble builds in my chest as I try to dismiss these delusions. Incessant flashes of the woman prancing in her lab fuel my indecent thoughts. Every persistent image was a needle jabbing at what was left of my sanity.  

 

I’ve gone crazy, my deranged mind was an unstable prison of psychosis; driving me towards absolute insanity. 

 

The only thing to pull me from my cognitive jail was a cool hand, gently resting on my shoulder. I felt forced into reality, an icy cold calm washing over me; chilling all my raging thoughts. I wasn’t one for physical sentiments, hands were simply fists for fighting. They were meant to be dodged. Oddly enough, her resting hand doesn’t bother me; I stop grinding my teeth to focus on the womans’ delicate touch. I longed for more but I ignored the want that was steadily building in my gut.

 

“Are you okay Vegeta?” The sincereness behind her question took me aback, her words flowed like honey. I didn’t understand her interest, so I risked looking up to see the woman's face. I instantly noticed the purplish bags under her eyes exposing her own lack of sleep. 

 

Her cool sapphires corral me into the inner workings of her mind. I practically felt her concern towards me and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I tried to focus on the slight paleness to her face that usually wasn’t there, “I’m fine Bul….woman.” I gritted out in response, mentally reprimanded myself for the small slip. Her blue eyes bore into mine and I could see the earnest effect of my words. 

 

I began grinding my teeth once more, finally tearing my eyes away from her stare. I can't believe I almost let her name slip past my lips again. I wanted to ignore that the slip up did make her face brighten just a bit. I grab the last can of soup, ripping the lid open and quickly devouring the substance. I place the aluminum not too gently next to the rest of the empty ones.

 

I tried to ignore the woman but she was still by my side; I could see her smile out of the corner of my eye, nothing slipped past me. “Well if you're done with your room temperature soup I made you blackened ham and honey turkey sandwiches. I hope you’ll enjoy them.” She announced, her hand that continued to rest on my shoulder squeezed ever so slightly. The dismay I felt earlier slowly ebbed away. I turned my head to command her to bring them to me but as her blue sapphires focused on my curious gaze the words died in my throat.

 

Her pupils flared as her stare glistened, I was transfixed. What is that gleam in her eye? I have never seen that look on another person's face. I've only witnessed pupils contracted in fear and eyes blazing with hatred. 

 

Something within me wrenched and soured as rationalization hit me. That was a look reserved for an amiable person; not for a cold-hearted mercenary like myself.

 

“Thank you.” I forced the words out of my mouth, thoroughly sickened by my anticipation towards the woman’s reaction. 

 

Her smile grew wider and a small blush rose to her face while a small giggle escaped her lips. 

“Boy, someone's in a good mood tonight!” She exclaimed as she raised her hand from my shoulder. 

 

My eyes followed her hand and I watched as she pushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. I already miss the touch and wish she had kept it there. Then I reprimand myself once more, I shouldn’t be indulging in such distractions. I crossed my arms to my chest and deepened my scowl as I watched the woman collect the empty cans off the table. I tried to seem annoyed as she practically bounced her way towards the trash can.

 

With what little strength she did have she proceeded to squash the aluminum cans one by one before depositing the empty material into the waste container. With two even steps she was at the sink washing her hands. It wasn’t long until she was back at the counter to grab the dozens of sandwiches she made for me. I hardened my glare as she balanced multiple plates on her arms, I absently thought she would drop the plates. 

 

I was proven wrong as she walked with grace; her hips swayed on her slow stroll. A confident smile plastered on her face as she brought the food towards me. I eyed the table as she set the fully stacked dishes down in the middle. She pulled out a chair and sat next to me, putting her elbows on the table. 

 

I notice this only because normally every time she does it her mother always tells her how unladylike it is. While she rests her chin on top of her entwined hands, I reach towards the sandwiches trying to ignore the feeling of her eyes boring into me. I needed to get a grip, I will never achieve my goal with such needless interferences.

 

(Bulma’s POV)

 

As I sat at the table I couldn’t contain my smile; not only was I pleasantly surprised that Vegeta didn’t swat my hand off his shoulder but I was astounded that the alien had just ‘thanked’ me for the first time ever. All because I made him some lunch meat sandwiches. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Vegeta eagerly reached out for one of the sandwiches, a bubbling of excitement building in my gut. I had wandered down to the kitchen for a late night snack myself. I noticed the light on when I rounded the hallway but my alien house guest had been the last person I was expecting to see. Considering my recent frustrations with the man I couldn’t complain about his current company. 

 

I had been positive the reasoning behind him camping out in the gravity room was because it was his way of avoiding me. I was under that impression most the evening, of course that was until he had thanked me. I thought he would want nothing to do with me but he hasn’t said a thing about me sitting at the table with him. I watched as the man reached for his second sandwich and I wondered why he had slammed his head to the table earlier. I wanted bygones to be bygones but I was honestly curious; What made a normally well-composed man break in such a way? Did he have a bad day training? I had to know more about his time in the gravity chamber to come to that conclusion. I took a deep breath before I braced myself to pose a blatant question. 

 

“How’s training going?” I inquired with genuine curiosity while I watched as he stuffs the rest of the sandwich in his hand into his mouth. That had been his fifth sandwich even though he eats so fast he does so with some form of grace. Unlike Goku who wastes half of his food every time, I guess it's because he’s a prince.

 

My smile broadened, a prince is correct; he’ll be my prince. I didn't even shoo the statement from my mind. I waited in the uneven silence as he continued to eat, the question hanging unanswered in the air.

 

I had been tossing the thought around for the better half of the year. I didn’t know what to expect from my pursuit of the saiyan. He’s a cold, premeditated warrior; I felt a flutter of excitement build in my gut as I anticipated the challenge. I stared brazenly at the saiyan as he ate. The brusque man was obviously calculating his response, his gaze fixated on the plate stacked with sandwiches. If I played my cards right I just might be able to tame the ruthless warrior. Bulma Briefs always got what she wanted. 

 

When I heard him clear his throat, I eagerly awaited his response. “The upgrades are adequate but I definitely require a higher gravity output, I've already grown accustomed to the current one.” He answered firmly. 

 

I let a small chuckle leave me, “Of course, you should have asked sooner! I have already prepared the next two upgrades, I'm surprised you didn't ask earlier!” I readily clarified, hoping my response would urge the saiyan to admit he had more work for me. 

 

The saiyan simply nodded his head in response as he reached for another sandwich. 

I had craved this man's company for far too long, I was confident I could hold his attention.

 

“I highly doubt anyone is training as hard as you. I guess the Z-fighters should step aside for this battle huh.” I heartily implied as I winked at the normally aloof man.

 

I watch as the corners of his mouth pull up for a smirk. It disappears just as fast as it had come. His expression closed up as a cold shadow passed over his eyes. He offers a grunt in response like usual but I can tell I flatter him just a bit. I enjoyed the limited emotion he often graces me with. As he went back to his food I was elated that neither of us had made a move to leave.

 

 I reach out to the platter of sandwiches and grab one for myself. I had come down for a snack anyways; I wanted to eat at a leisurely pace. I was going to make this moment last before he ultimately decided to disappear for another month or two. I analyzed my stacked sandwich, I had made them with more than just meat. I had added a little tomato, lettuce, and of course mayonnaise. As I take my first bite of the sandwich a little bit of mayo leaves the side of the bread and unintentionally drips on my index finger. I bring it up to my lips and clean the mayo off my finger, humming a little at the tangy taste. 

 

I noticed after I slipped my finger out of my mouth that Vegeta was watching. I continued to mentally pat myself on the back as I caught the slightest hint of pink across his cheeks. “I have to admit these sandwiches are the bomb. Don’t you agree, Vegeta?” I let his name slip from my lips sublimely. 

 

“Yes,” he uttered gruffly with his casual fixed expression. My smile returned to my lips as my eyes trained on the Saiyan while he re-focused on his meal. I made sure I was taking slow bites of my own sandwich. I had no earthly idea what the aliens’ past had fully entailed, he was sure to have some sort erotic endeavors in his lifetime. I want to prolong this experience so I simply enjoy the silence.

 

 I choose to focus my stare on the half eaten plate of sandwiches. It allows my mind to ponder my previous train of thought while I work to finish my first sandwich. After taking my last bite I center my attention on the saiyan. I couldn't help but admire the other sandwiches being devoured by the prince. 

 

I absentmindedly wished I was one of those sandwiches. My mouth was suddenly too dry, I needed a drink; shoving the chair back with an awful screech I stood up. 

 

“Where are you going?” His rough question made a chill run down my spine.

 

“To get something to drink, would you like anything?” I answered briskly as I pointed to the fridge, as if there was another location to store cold liquids. His eyes meet my own and he nods as an affirmative.

 

I turned on my heel suddenly feeling very uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze. I could feel his eyes tracking my every movement; it was as if he was a seasoned predator. A sick thrill of excitement thrummed through my body as I strolled to the cabinet.  

 

After grabbing two glasses from the stacked shelves I walked over to the fridge. I set the glasses down on the counter beside me before I opened the door. I glanced at my options before pulling out the giant jug of apple juice that was thankfully left untouched. After filling both glasses I set the juice on the counter as I gulp down half the contents of one of the glasses. After quenching my thirst I pick the juice back up to refill the glass and continue to put the juice back in the fridge. With a glass in both hands I turn around to make my way back to the table.

 

I was very well aware that I had the man's attention, I tried to act oblivious to his actions. With utmost confidence I made sure to sway my hips as I mosey over towards him. A mock experiment already developed in my mind, he may be an alien but every man has to have urges, right? Time to test if the man understood blatant flirtation.

 

I carefully stepped behind him, allowing me to lean over his shoulder to set both juice glasses down in front of the saiyan. 

 

“I think you need a shower mister, especially after training as hard as you do,” I emphasize my statement by smelling his hair. Honestly, he didn’t smell that bad, it was actually enticing. I had smelled plenty of boys fresh from training but this was incomparable. 

 

This was a tantalizing mix of ocean breeze meeting earthy forest. I couldn’t help but bury my face in the spiked tips of his hair. It was also a different texture than what I expected, the fibers were very soft and almost silky.

 

I wait another second before I decide to comment again, “Yup you definitely need a shower.” I stated confidently. 

 

He let out a grunt in response and I noticed that he had stopped eating the sandwich in his possession. Ever the woman for bold decisions I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck so I could rest my chin on his shoulder. I felt how he tensed just a little but he made no move to shove me away. I couldn’t help but allow my imagination to run wild, my confidence building by the minute. 

 

I decided to say something a little out of bounds, “You can take one with me.” I teased lighty; the muscles in his neck grew taut and I knew he understood the undertone of my suggestions.

 

“You’re such a vulgar woman.” He chidded aggressively, his voice seemed to have dropped an octave only making me more persistent.

 

“You already know you like it.” I encouraged him coyly.

 

He sneers back, “Yeah right.” 

 

I blew a little on the side of his neck; goosebumps barely raised on his flesh before they disappeared. The small reaction hadn’t escaped my knowledge. So he wasn’t a brick wall after-all. I knew at that moment that bedding the Prince was definitely a challenge I was willing to undertake. 

 

“Aren’t you going to finish the sandwiches I made for you?” I question innocently, making sure I add just a slight pout to my lips. Easily deciding to continue my experiment with my subtle ministrations before he ultimately comes back to his senses. 

 

(Vegeta’s POV)

 

She is such a little minx, but I can’t make myself throw her off of me; it was comfortable, almost calming. Aside from the shower comment that was exciting. I did not want to think about that.

 

I tried to grasp what little rationality I had left. I quickly finished the rest of my current sandwich before reaching out for the plate with the remainder of the sandwiches. I slid the dish in front of me, taking note that the woman didn’t seem to plan on unraveling herself anytime soon. I took a careful breath to calm my inner turmoil before I slowly started to devour what was left. I wanted to take my time with this meal trying to convince myself that it wasn’t because of the earth woman; rather an earnest test of my own self control.

 

Time seemed undefined as the blue-haired minx stood half draped around my neck, our comfortable silence broken by the ear piercing sound of the doorbell ringing. I feel her sigh against me, I can tell it's the weakling just by his power source. It's faint but not as faint as a regular human. 

 

“I wonder who’s trying to visit this late at night?” She questioned aloud. 

 

Her voice was slightly muted against my shoulder but I could tell by her tone that she was obviously annoyed. 

 

I polish off the last sandwich, “It’s only the scar-faced weakling.” I clarified cynically, my nose wrinkling in slight disgust as I was annoyed myself.

 

She laughed lightly, “I wish he’d call before he would just show up; he keeps pestering me practically begging to go out to dinner day after day.” She let out another sigh emphasizing her statement. I felt her bury her face in the side of my neck. Something in me was hoping that even in his presence she would stay, I honestly didn’t want her to let go of me. For controlled reasons of course.

 

 I didn't care about her petty affairs with the weakling; I had little knowledge over earthing relationships but they seemed ineffectual. I didn’t know much about saiyan culture in that aspect but I’m sure it wasn’t as pitiful as Earth’s. I have never involved myself in her interactions with that fool but I wasn’t going to move; I couldn't force myself to push the woman away either. 

 

“I could kill him for you.” The offer pasted my lips without a second thought. The severity of my proposal seemed to elude her as she chuckled at my statement and tightened her grip on me. 

 

“That won’t be necessary, I just won’t answer the door.” She replied confidently as she squeezed me with her meager strength. I was trapped by the woman and I tried not to convince myself otherwise.

 

I sigh more to myself, than as a response to the woman. I allowed my body to relax just a little, while internally I was trying to convince myself that this type of interaction was not going to be a continued distraction. Even though the woman said she wasn’t going to let the fool inside I could feel the weakling making his way toward the kitchen. That means someone else must have let him in. 

 

I hone in on the energies I was accustomed to, sure enough both the blonde woman and the old man had left their quarters, they were mucking around the house. I prepared myself for the weaklings' particular reaction; it excites me more than I intended it to.

 

I was well aware of his animosity towards me. My mind conjured up many different scenarios of how he was going to react to Bulma all over me. He had made many snarky comments in the past, a smirk made its way to my face. 

 

He will surely be infuriated by the woman’s close proximity to me. I crossed my arms at my chest making sure to make myself look as menacing as possible. I could hear the weakling's footsteps as he made his way to the kitchen. Just as he was rounding the corner in the hall only a few feet away from the door a dangerous idea pops into my mind, I make a move without hesitation.

 

Strategically unraveling my arms I use my left hand to lightly grip the woman's cheek, lifting Bulma’s face away from my neck. Our eyes locked like magnets. Her questioning sapphires bore into my confident glare as I bring her face closer towards my own. I question my motives as the voice of rage internally berates me for my actions. I shouldn’t be doing this; yet right as the scar faced weakling walks in, I connect our lips. 

 

Her eyes close slowly and I sigh along with her as I drag my tongue slightly along her lower lip. She allows me in, the kiss heats up in mere seconds. My hand eagerly leaves her cheek to get entangled in her hair. My own eyes fell shut as her blue locks intertwined with my fingers. 

 

Her hair felt like silk in my tight grip; I subconsciously memorized the feeling of her chest pressed to my back, as well as the electricity of her lips against my own. 

 

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” The weakling screamed, forcing her to break the kiss, a small line of saliva trailed as she pulled away from me.

 

As the woman looked up I saw a blush rise over her cheeks; my chest swelled with pride. I looked to the ground and at the weakling's feet I noticed some yellow flowers, something he must have brought for the woman. I met his eye, his face contorted in irate confusion; with a quick glance back at the woman she was obviously impassive by his outburst. Her arms were still around my neck and her chin was once again resting on my shoulder; my left hand was still buried in the hair at the nape of her neck.

 

“Who let you in here Yamcha?” she stated calmly, I grunted as if I was silently asking the same question. His face got red, I could sense that it was due to a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

 

 I was getting way more enjoyment out of this than I would have expected, “Your mom did, she didn’t t..tell me where yo..you were but I saw the light on in here. But now I know.!” He agitatedly stammered.

 

His face grew redder, his eyebrows furrowed in anger, “YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME!” His words punched through the room but they did not seem to bother the woman.

 

Bulma sighed and started to pull herself away. I wanted to hold her down but it was no use; I let go of her hair, reminding myself she was good at fighting anyway. As she lifted her head I decided to place a small kiss on her neck as she withdrew. 

 

I heard the weaker man growl in frustration. I was interested in how this battle would play out, and adding such a small gesture obviously infuriated the weakling to no end. I crossed my arms against my chest watching the woman as she stepped to the right side of the table. She was putting a slight distance between us, stepping closer to the offended male. She left him fuming in silence as she turned towards the fridge last second, ignoring the weakling in favor of opening the door to grab a water bottle. 

 

Once secure, she closed the fridge and looked at Yamcha with the same gaze that she had given me just minutes ago. I despised her for looking at another man like that. 

 

Bulma smiled at the weakling as she stood tall facing both of us, “Yamcha I’ve already explained to you that we aren’t dating anymore. I don't know why you decided to appear at my house unannounced; besides you’re the one who cheated on me, multiple times.” She coolly stated before she took a swig of the water, re-capping it afterwards. 

 

She tossed a glance over her shoulder then glared back at Yamcha, “What are you even doing here!?! It's 11 p.m.!” She questioned harshly, her sapphires smoldering. 

 

I watched amused as the other man seemed to be offended by her response. His mouth had dropped open before he quickly closed it, he shoved his hands in his pockets before he gasped; collecting his words I suppose as he wavered on his feet.

 

“You never specified if we were over for good, I only came over to see if you wanted to go out and get a couple of drinks. I was under the impression that we still had a chance together, Babe." He explained sloppily.

 

Bulma rubbed over her face with her free hand, “How many times do I have to shoot you down? I have explained to you multiple times Yamcha, we were over the second I caught you cheating in November, plain and simple. I just want to be friends.” She clarified assertively. 

 

The man bent over and picked up the previously discarded flowers, when he stood back up he stared at the woman adoringly, it was disgusting. “Bulma please, I haven't touched another woman in months! We can work past that.” He encouraged imploringly, daring to smile back at the woman as he offered forth the flowers. 

 

She seemed to ignore his flowers as her expression hardened. “Congratulations on your celibacy. You should have figured out how to be less promiscuous when we were still together.” She deadpanned impartially. 

 

The weakling was obviously offended by her words, his eyebrows knitted together and his hands dropped to his side. “This time around we can leave that monkey out of the equation and everything will be just fine.” He nastily suggested, obviously he was bringing me into the mixture. I found it amusing that he saw me as the downfall to his relations with the woman. 

 

“All these cruel comments towards Vegeta have fueled your own delusion. You constantly act like I was not giving you any time in the past when in reality we spent countless hours together. You had your chance Yamcha and you blew it.” She addressed with conviction before taking a gracious drink from her bottle. The woman gave him the silence he needed to defend himself but the man was holding his tongue. She turned her back on him and walked towards the counter.

 

He simply glared at her back, his nose wrinkled and his mouth set in a line. I watched the weakling as he silently fumed on his feet, his arms crossed; his peace offering of flowers crushed to his chest. The sight of a coward in such a compromising position was very amusing, I'm sure it was obvious why I had found this particular situation hilarious. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the weakling.  

 

 He shot me a menacing glare, I had seen rage like that before it didn’t bother me in the least bit. The man bared his teeth to me before his expression dullened. He re-focused on the woman as she placed her water bottle down before she swiveled on her heel. Her arms crossed to her chest as she leaned against the counter, still standing tall. She shot him an icy glare that struck a nerve with the scar-faced weakling.

 

He uncrossed his arms and took a wobbly step toward her. With his free hand he rubbed through his short hair before he released a deep breath. I instantly noted something was off about him, he smelled funkier than usual.

 

“How do I know that you weren’t CHEATING on me with that bastard!” He challenged the woman resentfully as he side-eyed me with another nasty glare. Oh, I'm quaking in my boots for sure.

 

I felt Bulma’s signature flare; her eyebrow knitted together as she puckered her lips before responding, “I never even looked at Vegeta that way until you went and cheated on me after Halloween; even then he was nowhere near my radar.” She formally disputed his response and I watched the weakling's face flush even redder in embarrassment.

 

“Is he the reason you denied my proposal?!?” He asked in outrage as he gestured toward me this time shaking his fist in frustration. I felt his power raise slightly, making me raise a brow in question. 

 

Did he want to fight me? Surely he could sense my power level. He was no match for me, he would evidently lose.

 

The bluenette sighed again before rubbing the bridge of her nose, “No he is not! Yamcha, we aren’t talking about this right now, please leave.” Her curt response made the scar-faced weakling growl in frustration.

 

He took a few more steps closer to her, “Why!? So you can go and throw yourself into the arms of this murderous bastard and cheat on me some more!” He fumed.

 

“It doesn’t matter what I do now! We aren't even dating so I can’t be cheating on you! It’s almost been nine months since we split. We are NOT together; why can’t you get that through your thick skull.” She bit back in restrained frustration.

 

“I just can’t lose you to a psychopath like him!” The man argued pathetically.

 

Bulma groaned, “Yamcha, I thought you were smarter than this; why are you acting like such a child? I really thought we were past this,” she gestured between the two of them before crossing her arms, “we're supposed to be friends. I am a grown woman and I can make my own decisions.” She finished her statement confidently. 

 

He took a step closer, his arm outstretched, pointing a confident finger at the blue-haired woman, “You don’t understand B, we were meant for each other, you’re mine! I will not stand by and watch you whore yourself out to the bad guy for Kami sakes!” He explained desperately.

 

Bulma stomped over to him, her face red in frustration as she slapped him hard across his face; making me chuckle. “You must be drunk, Yamcha! You don't own me! I belong to myself. Just leave and go the FUCK HOME!" She stepped back, crossing her arms.

 

Yamcha snorted, rubbing over his cheek “I'm not drunk," he stood tall glaring at the woman, "I only had a couple of beers, besides B you know I can treat you right.” He righteously stated.

 

"Yamcha, you gave me up when you decided to bring that dumb blonde bimbo to your apartment that I paid for! Don't forget I caught you both in bed.” She seethed bitterly.

 

“Babe, I already apologized for that incident; I told you she meant nothing," he shrugged his shoulders before continuing his pathetic spiel. "I only did it because you were too busy working on the gravity machine for this asshole.” He emphasized his plea by pointing at me, I was his scapegoat as he poorly tried to defend himself.

 

I could tell that his words and actions only fueled the fire behind Bulma's anger, “Motherfucker if you can admit to cheating on me then why can't you get the hint that we are OVER?!” She exclaimed in anger.

 

He looked directly at her, “Because you are my everything Bulma, I died defending this Earth from that bastard! I died for you and you loved me enough to wish me back to life. I deserve to have you. I used to be your everything, we used to go on adventures and have fun. Ever since he came along all you've been doing is ignoring me!” He gestured erratically through his slightly slurred speech ending his tirade by pointing at me once more taking a sloppy step towards her.

 

Bulma backed up slightly, “You’re like a delusional fucking chick dude, you think I’m destined to be yours! I risked my head and hide to get to Namek to get you wished back to life. What did I receive in return? Nothing! You throw yourself at random women, since we learned about the androids all you’ve done is slack off while everyone else has been working their asses off. You were constantly making me feel bad for doing my part in ensuring our survival! I told you we could still be friends but if you keep acting like this then Yamcha I will never contact you again!'' She fervently explained to the man, her anger barely restrained behind her words. 

 

 I surveyed a wide variety of emotions as the weakling's face twisted at the severity of her words. His nostrils flared as he bared his teeth to the woman, unease unfurled in my chest as I watched him make another clumsy move towards Bulma. I felt him power up slightly; it felt like slow motion as he raised his hand toward the woman as if he was about to hit her. I moved fast, jumping right in front of Bulma taking the slap to my face without a flinch. 

 

“You hit like a girl.” I jested in aggravation, his eyes which were just burning with an enraged passion quickly filled with fear, “And to think you’d hit someone who wasn’t a piss poor fighter like you, a woman nonetheless; you really are a weakling.” I watched in amusement as his jaw dropped. In the blink of an eye I grabbed him by his shirt with my right hand, raising him off the ground. Adrenaline rushes through my system, I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to kill something, anything. A malicious smile cured my lips while I lifted my other arm with a fist ready, “I can’t wait to hear the sound of your body breaking; here let me show you how a real man hits.” I eagerly disclosed to the withering coward.

 

I was poised and ready to beat the living shit scar-faced fool when the cool touch of the bluenettes’ hand to my bicep halted my actions.

 

 “Don't do it, Vegeta! He's never done something like this, he's just drunk." Her words were too calm as she defended the man who blatantly made a move to hit her. She leaned closer to me, her breath hot against my ear, "He is not worth the effort, just throw him outside or something." She finished in a whisper.  

 

I grunted in response, aggravated that she could still defend the man who almost smacked her through a wall. I glared at the weakling in my grip, snarling at him as I strode over towards the back door, ignoring the fact that I actually listened to the woman. 

 

I quickly opened the door stomping outside with the weakling dragging behind me, I could feel Bulmas' eyes on me the whole time. I lifted the man off the ground bringing his pathetic face to my own. “Don’t come back here unless you really want to die, again. The woman won’t be able to stop me next time.” I sneered scornfully, smirking when the scar-faced imbecile squeaked. 

 

I threw him as far as I could, giving him a decent boost to start his trip home, hopefully it was in the wrong direction. Turning back around I storm my way inside, closing the door behind me. I walked over to the sink to wash my hands, ridding the awful stench of that loser from my person.

 

With little concentration I raised my ki slightly to dry my hands. I turned around to look at the woman as she stood by the glass door.  She was staring out into the dark of the night, obviously lost in her own fictional world. I fixed my gaze to her lips, the idea I had conjured up surely aggravated that weakling but I hadn’t anticipated the effect it would have on me. I reminisced back to the fleeting moment we shared mere minutes ago. I could feel a familiar heat pooling in my abdomen. 

 

I wanted to ignore these thoughts and just walk up to my room; I was supposed to be focusing on training, not this woman. I glared at the door and back to the blue madonna, instincts clouded my mind. The common sense I tried to retain apparently fled out the door along with the scar-faced weakling. It felt like I was in auto-pilot as I casually sauntered up to the dazed woman. Within seconds I was wrapping my arms around her waist, bringing her body towards my own. 

 

She relaxed and leaned into my chest. I leaned over slightly to whisper in her ear, “So where were we before that fool so rudely interrupted?”

 

There was a slight hitch in her breath before she replied “I don’t remember.” 

 

Confused, I went to speak but she started to turn herself around in my arms, her electrifyingly blue eyes gleamed at me, “Why don’t you show me?” She coyly suggested, feigning her ignorance; her voice was like music to my ears.

 

I chuckled, “You little minx.” I teased back, she smiled and leaned toward me.

 

 “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” She cooed in my ear.

 

I pulled back and gave the woman a cocky smirk, “I thought you couldn’t remember where we left off.” I gibed vindictively.

 

Her eyebrows knitted in frustration and she shot me a smoldering glare, “Why you asshole just..”

 

I growled and cut her off by drawing her into a kiss, to think I’ve been denying myself this for far too long. I try to remind myself that this can be nothing more than just what I believed it to be, pure physical instinct. It was too easy to get distracted in the moment as the kiss grew heated. 

 

I felt her bury her hands in my hair. Her grip was strong, earning a groan of approval. I trailed my hands down her back, settling them on her ass giving the ample flesh a good squeeze. She moaned into the kiss only fueling me further. I crushed her body harshly against my own; I could feel her heartbeat, the rhythm barley matching the speed of my own.

 

I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest. I squeezed her ass once more and using very little strength I picked her up; her legs wrapped around my waist as the kiss grew heated. The moment was blissful to say the least, all the built up tension from the past few weeks started to slowly disappear as we devoured each other.

 

If only I could stay like this forever.

 

The loud crash of something shattering close to us caused me to jump instinctively. I shoved the woman off of me, she was quick to unwrap her legs; she landed on sly feet as we both looked to the side. I was stunned, to say the least, to see Bulma's mom standing there. Her eyes wide open and face in awe. I looked at Bulma, she was obviously just as embarrassed and flushed as I was. My left eye twitched in my own embarrassment, I growled in frustration; stupid blonde woman.

 

I turned away fleeing the scene, leaving Bulma and her mother by themselves as I maneuvered through the corridors; I was destined for my room where I planned to take a very cold shower.