Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Danger in the horizon ❯ Like minds? ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13 - Like minds?

Note: I don't own DBZ

Bulma woke again abruptly at 5.00am; well before the alarm was due to go off. She yawned and stretched, her joints popping as she did so. Bulma glanced irritably at her clock. "Awww man, it's only 5 in the morning. Why did I have to wake up now?' she groaned as got out of bed.

There was no point in trying to go back to sleep now. Once she was awake fully there was no way Bulma was going to go to sleep again even if she was exhausted and mentally disturbed from her dreams the night before.

"Maybe I need to do something really physical for an hour or so in the training facility. I have been neglecting my kick-boxing for a while now."

Bulma made her way to her bathroom, pausing to activate the lights so she could see where she was going. After giving her tangled blue hair a quick brush and her teeth a thorough clean, she dressed in the most comfortable work out clothes she had, and preceded to the 18th level. Bulma knew from past experience that no one was normally there at this time to train, so she would be alone with her thoughts. The dream she had last night was begging to be explained as did the Saiyans connection with Zarbon, but in her present unfocused state Bulma could not.

Vegeta…why are you on my mind?

The man on Bulma's mind panted, the exertion of his exercise causing a stream of sweat to trickle down his back and soak his training suit. Vegeta had been doing the most strenuous exercise he could to try and drive the demons from his mind and formulate a new plan of attack. Unfortunately, even after 6 or so hours, he was no closer to resolving either problem.

Then there was the other thing. The dream, which had driven him from his bed. So strange. Why was the human woman, Bulma there?

As he fell to his knees still breathing heavily, he noticed a small movement in his peripheral vision. Vegeta turned his head slowly and raised himself to his feet, taking on a defensive position in anticipation of an imminent attack. To his great surprise, it was Bulma, making her way to the area equipped with punching bags for kickboxing, seemingly unaware of his presence. By the way she was dressed and the tenseness of her body, it was obvious that she had come to work out some frustrations herself.

Am I one of them? Vegeta smirked at that thought. It was amusing yesterday when she attempted to grind him down verbally and she had further piqued his interest.

Vegeta wondered for a moment whether she had noticed him in there with her, but suspected that with her non-existent senses, she could not. So he just settled himself on one of the benches around the corner from her and decided to admire the view.

Bulma stepped over to the disc player mounted on the wall and selected a mini disc of music she had left during previous workout sessions.

As the music started and she began stretching her tense and aching muscles, Bulma allowed herself a small but triumphant smile. So, Vegeta doesn't think I know he is here? I suppose I had better burst that bubble. She giggled quietly to herself. She had never tried to put thoughts in another persons mind for fear of invading their privacy, but Vegeta was so horribly arrogant she could not resist.

Bulma tentatively probed Vegeta's mind, testing his mental barriers. It was as she thought. He didn't think she had any type of telepathic abilities; he did not have a strong barrier in place. She softly teased aside his mental barrier so that he would not be aware of what she was doing immediately. At the crucial moment, she slipped inside his mind and projected her thoughts clearly to him. "I know you are there Prince Vegeta, so don't bother trying to hide."

Vegeta stiffened suddenly. The woman was in his mind. Humans weren't able to do that, were they? "Saiyans don't hide, woman" he growled, "How did you do that?"

Bulma slowly turned around and walked towards him. She grinned broadly. "How do you think? I trained myself to do it. I knew it was you the moment I stepped in here. It is possible to identify your life energy as well, you know."

Vegeta just scowled back at her, arms crossed, unwilling to reply and angry that she had made it past his mental defences. So humans can do that little trick as well, huh? Could it be that she has been invading my dreams as well?

Bulma decided to ignore the obvious closed body language he was displaying and took a chance by sitting next to him. As she did so, Bulma took note of his sweaty and dishevelled appearance resting her eyes briefly on his superb muscled physique, before speaking.

He must have been in here for hours. Is it as I thought? Are we connected mentally somehow? Did he have the same dream?

As much as Bulma wanted to probe his mind to find out, she held back. She was afraid of his reaction if he found her sifting through his memories like it was a bargain bin at a sale. Besides, he was aware of her ability now and would have put a strong mental barrier up in his mind.

She cleared her throat. "I was going to contact you today regarding your, shall we say request for better training facilities. We have been able to secure a training programme that will suit your needs."

Vegeta's posture did not change in the slightest. "Well? What is it woman?" He barked.

"No need to bite my head off, Your Highness!" Bulma snapped back. "It is a closed facility, highly experimental in fact. Think carefully before accepting the offer."

"Are you going to prattle your head off and bore me to death, woman? Out with it."

In frustration, Bulma smashed her fists against the bench, making it jump slightly. Vegeta raised his eyebrows imperceptibly. This woman was a fiery little bitch. He almost laughed aloud at her puny way of displaying her anger towards him.

Eyes narrowed and gritting her teeth, Bulma yelled at him ignoring the fact that she could threaten her like he did before.

"Impatient bastard aren't you? Fine. It's not my concern if you die using it! I'll explain it anyway for your insignificant pea brain. It is a gravity-enhanced room, specially designed for increasing a person's strength quickly. Currently the maximum gravity level can be set at 300 times greater than the Earths gravity. Without careful and gradual increases in gravity the person using it would be flattened completely. The technicians have so far not found a person insane enough to attempt to use it!"

She finished, her face flushed with anger.

He smirked back at her and replied in a calm, even tone, and further raised Bulma's ire towards him. "It sounds perfect, Ms Briefs. I will contact you later in the day to further discuss this matter. Please be on time when I request your presence. Any questions?" He paused, waiting for a string of curses to come from her mouth. "No? Then I will leave now and let you continue with…whatever it was you were doing. Unless………you want me to stay." He mocked.

With that, he rose from the bench giving her a quick glance as he did so. Bulma's skin was still flushed and now her eyes were throwing daggers at him. Perversely, Vegeta thought that she looked absolutely ravishing, better than she did when she was calm, and he had only seen her in a calm state of mind twice so far in the 3 days he had been here. With a conscious effort he tightened his tail around his waist so that it would not decide to unfurl of its own volition and attempt to coil around her exposed thigh. As with Radditz, Vegeta's tail could take on a life of its own if he was attracted to a woman.

He strode away from her, towards the elevator with a smile of triumph on his lips. This little discussion at least took care of part of the problems that had been plaguing him during the night. Now he just had to come up with a fool proof plan to get through Earths shielding.

Everything was falling into place quite neatly. This woman was becoming more useful and, as much as he hated to admit it, more attractive to him each time he saw her.

After his calm reply, Bulma found herself without a word to say to Vegeta. The damn bastard had gotten the last word in this time. Or maybe not. Bulma did not like to be belittled in anyway, regardless of the fact that she now had a slowly increasing attraction for him.

"Hey! There is one question I have for you!" she yelled just before the doors on the elevator closed. "Why were you in my dream Vegeta?"

As Bulma should have known, there was no reply.