Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ Anything is Possible ( Chapter 12 )

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z isn't mine. Vegeta isn't mine. God, so many things to do, so little time!

Quick Note: Alright folks…I admit, my last chapter was short. But that was because I had finals to study for, applications to fill out, and essays to do…and that started even before my vacation! So sorry for that. Anyway, I've stolen a little free time, and I hope you enjoy the next chapter of:

Facing it Together

Chapter Twelve: Anything is Possible

"And as you can see, Ou-sama, the generators can create a field up to eight-hundred times the normal gravity on this planet alone."

Vegeta skimmed over the calculations scribbled on the blueprints that the technician held out in front of him. The overall design was ingenious, from the ki-proof walls of the interior to the compact ki-deflecting machines made solely for the purpose of training. `How did this fool come up with this?' he asked himself. But then, the answer to that question came quickly. `It wasn't he who made these plans for this gravity room. It was the woman.'

The woman was now the brains behind each of his future plans. He had ordered the Mohanites to create something useful to him two years ago. The woman named Bulma was able to come up with something in only a week. The treaty that existed between the two planets was basically useless-it had wasted a lot of his precious training time. One trip to this `Chikyuu' would have given him better results. At least now he knew that its inhabitants were smarter than the Mohanites, who were rumored to be the most intelligent planet in the whole universe.

He now realized that he currently had another problem. If Bulma was able to keep creating him new and improved things to help him train to get stronger, then she would become a huge commodity to his planet. The only thing was, she was so bent on leaving the planet after their business was terminated. He needed another reason besides his usual `I say so' method to keep her here longer. He could see that she was getting very close to telling him to go to hell with each task that he set for her. But what would be a way to accomplish that?

Vegeta turned his attention back to the technician that introduced himself as Yamcha as he continued to point out each and every feature of the newly constructed gravity room. The little bastard was lucky that he had Bulma to complete his assignment. Otherwise, he would have been blasted well into the next dimension. `He is lucky, alright. But he's even luckier now that he has Bulma…'

As fast as the thought flashed through his mind, he dismissed it. True, he had been thinking of her constantly ever since that night at dinner, but Vegeta wasn't entirely sure of what his feelings towards her were. All he knew was that something was there. Some sort of feeling that made her utterly fasinating to him. She enchanted him sometimes, but at the same time, she ended up infuriating him. The balance was strange-how could she be both ways at once? The idea was obscure. Figuring it out then and there would be pointless.

"Silence," he told Yamcha. "You will show me the actual training room now." He watched the technician nod slowly then turn to the exit. At that moment, the doors burst open, revealing the lovely blue-haired woman that was currently wreaking havoc to his every nerve.

Bulma looked around the room and was extremely disappointed that the room was crowded. She needed to tell him when he was alone, otherwise, Turles and the rest of his lot would know that she had heard their discussion and everything they had said. She watched as the king turned and stared at her; his dark eyes pulling her to him like some imaginary magnetic force. She never noticed that sexy glint in his eyes before…

She shook her head, freeing her mind from that thought. Where in the hell had that come from, anyway? "Vegeta-ou, may I please have a word with you?"

Vegeta smiled arrogantly as he crossed his arms. "You're actually asking me this time?"

Bulma frowned at him. "I meant, could I have a word with you in private?"

Vegeta's eyebrows creased. What could she possibly want to say to him that couldn't be said in the presence of others? He nodded to her as he waved to the occupants of the room. "Everybody, out now." He looked at Yamcha. "I will be expecting you later to show me the new gravity room."

"Yes, Ou-sama," Yamcha said, bowing and stepping away from him. As he passed Bulma, he smiled at her. "Good afternoon, Bulma."

Bulma gave him a nod. "Good afternoon." She winced when she heard Vegeta's outburst.

"Woman! Did you come here to talk or to greet that fool technician?"

Bulma saw Yamcha's jaw clentch and gave him a smile. "I'll talk to you later, I guess," she said before he left the room. When the throne room was empty, she walked in front of him and gave him a standard bow. "Ou-sama."

"What is it that you want to tell me?"

She bit her bottom lip. How was she going to word this? "Vegeta-ou, I came to bring to your attention the actions of some of your men."

"Proceed," Vegeta ordered.

"When I was walking towards my chambers, I heard a group of people talking behind a closed door. While I didn't initially intend to eavesdrop, when I heard my name being spoken among the group-"

"And why does this require my attention?" Vegeta asked.

"Because, it was Turles and some of his friends speaking of using me in order to overthrow you," Bulma finished.

Vegeta chuckled as he walked to sit on his throne. "That is ludicrous, woman. I've known Turles ever since my father died and I took the throne. He is nothing but loyal to me. And he knows that I am far stronger than him, and if he ever tried to do such a thing, I woud break him into numerous pieces and scatter him among the universe."

"And that's exactly why he was being nice to me all of the sudden, as if he were one of my friends. He wants the dragonball radar that I'm fixing for you in order to rule Vegeta-sei. At least, that's to the extent of what I heard."

Vegeta leaned forward, placing one of his elbows on the arm of his silver chair. "And why should I believe that you are telling me the truth?"

"You don't believe me? Tell me this then," Bulma started, moving to stand in front of the blue-cushioned throne. "What would I have to gain from lying to you?"

"You haven't shown any concern for me in the past. Why would you start now?" Vegeta asked as he rose one of his eyebrows.

"Alright, fine. When you find a knife in your back, don't tell me that I didn't try to warn you." Bulma turned and headed to the heavy wooden double-doors.

"Real Saiyans don't use knives, woman."

Bulma looked at him over her shoulder. "Would `real Saiyans' conspire behind your back?"

"No, those are stupid Saiyans. If, by some miracle, what you are saying is true, then I will deal with this matter myself. In the meantime, I suggest that you get to working on the radar. Once I've collected the dragonballs, as you stated previously, I will be unstopable and Turles or whatever fool decided to double-cross me will perish."

She smiled. "So, you do believe that there is a possiblity that what I'm saying is true?"

Vegeta's mouth formed a frown at her question. "Anything is possible, woman."

Bulma started moving to the exit. "Just like admitting that I may be right?" She turned around. "Face it, Vegeta-ou. You're getting softer and much more easier to understand. I haven't been able to predict your actions yet, but…I'm getting close." Her smile grew even wider.

"Is that so?" Vegeta asked, rising from his seat and walking to her. Bulma backed away from him, unsure of his intentions, and soon, her back hit the doors of the room. The scent of her wafted into his nose. She smelled of jasmine; the sweet fragance was doing a number on his senses. He trapped her by planting both of his hands on the door, each next to her head.

"Vegeta, what are you doing?" her blue eyes shining with confusion and fear.

"What, you mean you couldn't `predict' this?" Vegeta asked, leaning closer to her. One of his hands cupped her face and tilted it higher to meet his incoming mouth.

Bulma's eyes widened when his mouth touched hers. `Oh my God, oh my God, what?-why?-' Her mind tried to form some sort of explanation of to why he was suddenly kissing her. Her arms rose to his chest, trying to push him away from her.

Then he parted her lips and his tongue invaded her mouth. All thoughts of escaping him fled her head. Her hands slid up to his neck, locking him and pulling him even closer to her. Her tense body relaxed and joined him in his kiss of pure desire-she would have known that his kisses would not be gentle. The way he attacked her was as if he was afraid that he had only one chance to taste her and was using every second that he had to do so. She moaned as his hands passed down her sides and landed on her waist.

Her honeyed flavor was driving him wild. Their tongues contended with each other, both of them trying to dominate each other in the storm of passion. But, Vegeta was the one to pull out of it first, stepping back and taking his hands off of her. He watched in amusement as Bulma leaned against the door, breathing in and out heavily.

"Do you mind telling me what that was supposed to be?" she panted out.

"You tell me. You're the one who believes you understand me," he said as he opened the door next to her and left.

"Hmm…" Bulma tapped her finger to her lips, talking to no one in particular. "Perhaps I was wrong…" She looked to the door beside her, the one that Vegeta had passed through and smiled. "Pleasantly wrong."

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Author's Note: Finally, some action between Bulma and Vegeta! Actually, I was thinking of putting it into the next one, but seeing that the last one was only three pages and that I haven't updated in a while, I decided to make it into this one. So, now what's going to happen now? Find out in the next chapter. And as always, I hope you'll review!