Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Stay ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Don't Stay

Part 2

It was the day after Bulma's breakup with Yamcha. She woke up early, never really getting a good rest because of all the emotions running their course, not allowing her to sleep. As she got up, Bulma heard a crash and a long string of curses emitted from outside.

"Let me guess…Vegeta's broken something again."

Sure enough, when she looked outside, half of the gravity room was gone and an angry Saiyan prince made his way angrily to the house. Even though she was so high up on the dome of Capsule Corporations, she still heard Vegeta yelling at employees at the bottom level to get out of his way.

"Oh no," she groaned. Her father had gone on a business trip this morning. He wouldn't be back until later in the day which meant…Vegeta would be yelling at her to fix the machine. Considering that she wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone or to do anything, she thought that it would just be better for her not to decide to work on any projects.

"Woman!" He was already half way down the hall to her room. Bulma ran from her spot at the window and held the door to her room closed. Vegeta didn't even bother to knock, he immediately tried to open the door.

"Vegeta!" Bulma squealed in fake outrage. "I'm almost naked! Geez, at least knock before you open the door!" In reality, she was still in her clothes from the day before, having never bothered to change for bed.

"Wha- well I-" he sputtered. Then regaining his balance said, "When you're done you had better go and fix that damned machine or else I'll blow up this building to get my training in."

"Vegeta, I'm really not feeling good, do you think that maybe, just for one day, you can just not train?"

"Not train?! Have you lost your mind? I need to get stronger so that I can defeat Kakkarot in battle."

"Can you at least wait until my father comes home later today?"

"Every minute counts!" he snarled.

She stood looking at him, half scared of his sudden outburst, half shocked that his need to defeat Goku was so incredibly dominating his life. "Why is beating him so important to you?" she wondered out loud.

"You wouldn't understand," he said derisively. "You're just a weak, pathetic human, who knows nothing about Saiyans. Fix the damn machine!"

Bulma listened to his footsteps as he left her door, thinking what a jerk he was, but also thinking that he was mysterious. She strangely liked him. Vegeta was pretty hot anyway… his mysterious persona and dark past added to that bad man image he created for himself and she couldn't help but find it appealing. So different from Yamcha…

"He doesn't seem like the type to cheat…" she thought of Vegeta, "after all, he trains all day. He only stops to eat and sleep. I've watched him on so many occasions coming out of the gravity chamber so late at night. He takes a shower and then immediately goes to bed only to wake up early in the morning to start his training again."

Sighing, Bulma went and changed into different clothes to begin working on 'that damned machine.'

Throughout the day, Bulma continually found herself thinking about Vegeta and his puzzling ways. There certainly was never a dull moment when he was anywhere in the vicinity.

"Egh!" She finally said to herself. "Why do I keep thinking about him? Especially in a romantic kind of way? What am I thinking? Vegeta never misses an opportunity to point out how much he hates this planet, how weak all Earthlings are, how un-advanced our technology is. Why should I even think that there is any chance of him wanting to be with me in any sort of relationship other than fixing this stupid machine that he keeps breaking? It's not like he will ever allow himself to actually love someone other than his ego."

"Well my ego is better than you, onna."

Bulma let out a short high-pitched scream as she wheeled around to face Vegeta. "Vegeta! Don't you know how to knock before coming into a room?" Her face was flushed from her embarrassment. She made a mental note to quit thinking her private thoughts out loud.

He smirked. "No. I was never taught. Being that I was the prince of an entire species, I didn't have many rules that I had to abide by. If I wanted to walk into a room without knocking, that was my business and no one could say anything about it."

"Well, Mr. Prince-of-all-Baboons, you are no longer on your own planet. So, you had better get used to knocking before entering a room!"

"I think the term you were striving for was Prince-of-all-Monkeys, as Frieza used to call me. And I will not lower myself to stupid human customs." He spoke neutrally, though Bulma had the funny feeling that he was amused, though a little angered at being insulted by an Earthling.

"No, I was striving for Prince-of-all-Baboons because you happen to look like one, you jerk!"

Losing interest in the entire situation, Vegeta decided to move on to what was really important: his training. "Is it fixed yet?"

"Nearly," she answered.

"Why not now?"

"Because I'm not done yet and the sooner you leave alone to work on it, the sooner it will be done, O Holy Monkey. Not many people would be able to get this fixed in a few hours, not even in a few days. You should be thankful that I'm working so fast."

He growled threateningly, but only because he wanted to scare her into working faster. Kami knows that if Vegeta yelled he would only make things worse. Who knows, perhaps the onna would even put in a few bugs to keep him on his toes around her. Taking her advice, he stomped out of the room, demonstrating his disgust with how slow she worked.

Vegeta made his way to his room, extremely disappointed that he wouldn't be able to get in an entire day of training. He walked to the dresser that he had caught Bulma rummaging in the night before and looked through some of the items contained inside. He eyed the Royal Amulet, but didn't move to pick it up. Instead he chose to look at a trinket his father had used to keep in the Royal Treasury. It was a small, square, black box with inscriptions in a language that Vegeta didn't recognize. It had been taken from a planet that the Saiyan Empire had annexed. That planet had specialized in navigation. The species on that planet had been obsessed with charting the galaxy that they lived in. They had even ventured a short distance outside of their own galaxy and had charted the outlying stars. The trinket that Vegeta held in his hand, was a map of that entire galaxy.

He arranged his fingers on a certain set of patterns and the top of the seemingly unopenable box, opened. An ice blue light emitted from inside of the box and different points of light appeared floating in the air over the box in the form of a galaxy. Vegeta touched a certain sector and the picture was magnified to show a small solar system. Again he touched the floating picture and a red planet suddenly hovered over the box. He stood looking quietly and without emotion at the three dimensional picture of his planet, slowly rotating for him to see every angle of it.

"You're gravity room is fixed…" Bulma said quietly from the doorway.

He released his hold from the box and the image immediately disappeared. "Fine," he said after tossing the box back into the drawer carelessly. Vegeta shut it roughly and pushed past Bulma out the door.

"Was that your planet, Vegeta?" She called after his retreating figure.

He only stopped to turn slightly and throw her a dirty look before proceeding to his gravity room, his sanctuary.

Bulma stood at the top of the stairs long after she heard the gravity room door slam closed and thought about the enigma that was the Saiyan Prince. "Why are you so cold? Don't you want to remember the good times on your planet? It must have been horrible to lose all those people and to know that your home isn't around anymore…but at least you can have good memories…right?" She bit her lip and turned around to head back to her room. After all that work, Bulma decided that she deserved a shopping spree and drove off to the mall after changing her clothes.

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Later that night, Vegeta came back from his training. It was nearly two in the morning and he still didn't feel like he had gotten enough training in that day. He silently cursed the primitive technology of the planet. Vegeta took a quick shower and was about to get into bed before he heard a quiet knock on the door. "What?" he asked irritably, wondering what human would be awake at this hour. Most humans went to sleep much earlier than the current time.

"Can I come in?" Bulma said.

Grumbling he opened the door and gave her his most menacing look. It was lost on her unfortunately because she was not even looking at him. Instead, she was looking at a package that she was holding in her hands and had walked into his room. "I got this for you today. I went out shopping after I got done with the gravity room."

He looked at the wrapped box for a moment. "Leave it and get out."

"No, I want to see your reaction," she replied, unbothered by his rudeness. She sat down on his bed and waited for him to come over and open his gift.

"Damn onna," he muttered. He plopped down on the bed across from her and tore open the wrapping quickly, not caring if she had wanted to save the paper or not, and opened the box. Inside, there was a solid black shirt.

"I got them," she explained, "because I know how much you don't like the pink 'BADMAN' one. I guess that was sort of a mean joke to play on you, giving you a pink shirt. So I hope you'll like those more."

"Them? I see only one," he accused. He lifted the shirt and found that underneath was a solid dark blue shirt and under that one was a dark blood red one.

"I notice that you have mostly black and blue clothes. You seem to like those colors…I got the red because you're always talking about how Saiyans have a blood lust. So this red one would match that whole sort of persona, don't you think?" Bulma pulled the red shirt out and unfolded it, holding it up to see how it would look on Vegeta. He sat studying her. "Hopefully, since it's a color like blood, it will satisfy your bloodlust and you won't go looking to kill anyone. I got them all in darker shades because you're so dark and mysterious. So all of them would fit well with you…WELL?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to say thank you? Even after you've been so rude to me today, I still thought about you and got you a gift."

He grunted and looked away out the window of his room.

She let her arms drop down to her lap and watched him. "Does the Saiyan language even have a word similar to 'thank you?'" she wondered out loud quietly.

Vegeta ignored her question and continued to look out the window.

"Well…it would explain a lot I guess." She put the red shirt back with the other two and stood up. "I forgive you, then, for not saying thank you. And for everything else, because if you don't have a word for 'thank you' then I bet you don't have many even slightly kind words in your language." She bent down and kissed his cheek. Startled, Vegeta looked directly at her with a puzzled look on his face. She smiled. "You know, you've given me a thousand looks, but I have to say that this is first time I've seen this one…Goodnight."

She walked backwards a few steps, keeping her eye on him, then turned. "Do you want me to turn the lights off for you?" He didn't answer, so she turned them off and closed his door behind her. Vegeta looked at the door, listening to her footsteps going down the hall to her room. He looked back down at the three shirts, illuminated by the moon, and wondered why Bulma was suddenly so aware of his personality and his favorite colors. He also pondered about what had ever possessed the onna to buy anything for him. "Gothr'an," he mumbled into the darkness.

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Gothr'an- Thank you said like Gohan except with a 'th' sound in place of the 'h.' It's a Saiyan word that I made up. :)

As you can see, I didn't continue with another Linkin Park song. None of them really jumped out at me to be worked into this chapter. I've decided to do all the song fics separately since none of my ideas for them really fit together into a cohesive story or plot. Plus, it will be easier to skip the one song I have no ideas for.

Let me know your thoughts on this chappie! I want to hear from you!

~Lady Branwen~