Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forever More ❯ A Peek Inside ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own DBZ or anything to do with it. I know, it's a tragedy…

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm here to explain why it took so long for me to update. Well, when I first started writing this story and got it posted, I waited about a month and only had 3 reviews, one of which is my best friend, so I just decided to quit. A week ago, though, I was showing this site to my B/F and happened to show him the story. He was telling me that I should keep writing, and I was going to show him why I stopped and saw that had 6 more reviews! I was so happy that I decided to keep going. So thank David, and give me reviews! Here you go:

`Thoughts' - "Words"

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Forever More

~Ch. 2-A Peek Inside~

When Vegeta landed in the backyard a little while later, full of some strange, large game, he saw the woman and her father walking into a large, hanger-like room. As he watched the woman turned her head and saw him.

"Hey, Vegeta, there you are! Would you come over here please, there's something we want to discuss with you," the woman asked.

Vegeta sighed; it was times like these he resented the translating chip Frieza had had implanted in his head. All he wanted to do right now was ignore her and take a shower, but he was also rather curious so he ventured over to see what they wanted.

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As Bulma watched Vegeta walk over with a sigh she thought,

`Well, he better have a better attitude because I don't even have to do this.'

As he got closer she turned on her heel to follow her father inside. She went to stand next to the ship and turned around to face him.

"When Goku went to Namek we gave him one of these ships outfitted with gravity enhancing capabilities." She said as she watched his head tilt slightly in interest. "My father and I would like to do the same to this ship and set it out back for you to train in. I know how important training is for you Saiya-jins and it would give you something to do until Goku returns. There is also a shower and bedroom already inside, in case of late night training."

As she said this last bit she saw the slight hint of confusion, a muscle twitch really, on his face.

She watched him for a few moments longer before he said," That's very generous woman, but why are you doing this?"

"Like I said before, it would give you something to do," Bulma replied, confused.

"Ha," he said as he turned and walked out of the lab,"I'll take your bullshit excuse. Have it ready by tomorrow."

Bulma watched in silent fury as he slammed the door behind his parting comment. She then let out a string of curses at the Ouji and his entire family before picking up her tools and stomping into the ship, her father running in behind her.

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Vegeta was chuckling to himself as he walked into the house. With his enhanced Saiya-jin hearing he had heard her string of interesting curses at his rudeness, but he knew there was some ulterior motive to all of this. Oh, well, as soon as he defeated Kakarott and destroyed this planet he could rule the universe like he was meant to. This 'gravity machine would actually help him immensely in training.

`Speaking of training,' he thought while chugging 5 glasses of water, `I think I'll go out to the backyard and do some katas and drills to keep up strength.'

That night, after doing various exercises all day, and only taking a break to hunt, the smells from the kitchen were just too delicious. He walked into the kitchen to see the blonde idiot humming and taking something out of the oven. As she did so the aroma intensified; he had to know what that food was!

"Woman."

"Oh, Vegeta! Are you going to join us for dinner? I'm making a family favorite tonight," said Mrs. Briefs in her high-pitched voice.

"What is this slop?" questioned Vegeta.

"Oh, this is our Teriyaki salmon. Salmon is a freshwater fish on this planet. It's very good, I even made extra incase you'd like some. We're also having white rice with it," she answered unaware of his insult.

Now Vegeta was interested; the way to a Saiya-jin's heart was through his stomach, after all, and though he may not have a heart, he sure did have a stomach.

"I think I may join you, but don't expect anything."

"Of course not dear," he heard as he walked into the living room and plopped down on one of the deep, leather couches.

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When Bulma came in for dinner, grease-stained and tousled, she was surprised to see Vegeta in the living room watching TV. Actually, it was some kind of action movie; Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. He was just sitting there, laughing manically as they fought. She walked over to her mother in the kitchen and asked,

"What's Vegeta doing over there mom? I thought he'd be hunting or something."

Bunni looked up from her last batch of rice and said, "Oh, well, I told him what we were having and he decided to join us. Isn't that great?!"

"Yea, we'll see," Bulma sarcastically replied. "I'm going to go freshen up now, I'll be back in a few."

"Ok dear, just hurry. Dinner's almost done," Mrs. Briefs called after her daughter.

Bulma came down a few minutes later to see her industrial-sized, oak kitchen table set and Vegeta already seated. The table was large enough for a Saiya-jin feast, but it was round to make it fit easier inside a building. Seeing Vegeta sitting there, patiently waiting for his dinner, was kind of surreal. For the thousandth time since she had met him, Bulma found herself thinking about just how gorgeous he was. He looked like a god sitting there. She could see his perfect profile; the strong chin, royal nose, pouty, yet stern lips.

`He is a god, but more like Ares, a war god. The Prince of All Bad Boys, that should really be his title. He's like an evil fantasy come true!'

Vegeta then sniffed the air and turned his head to see Bulma staring at him.

"What are you gawking at woman?" he asked snappishly.

"Nothing!" she squeaked.

He kept his icy gaze on her, making her sweat.

"You now we really ought to get you a nick-name. Vegeta and The Prince of All Saiya-jins are just a little boring. How about…Veggie!" she said, quickly changing the subject .

With an indignant look Vegeta replied, "I will not allow such a show of disrespect for my heritage. You will call me either by my name or my title, nothing more, do you understand?"

"Sure Veggie."

"Dinner's ready." said Mrs. Briefs as she laid the first plate of salmon on the table; saving the two from further arguing.

As she ate, Bulma's curiosity and fascination with her new house guest did not subside. She remembered growing up with Goku and how his eating habits were. He'd sit down at the table, gobble up everything in sight, and leave it looking like a hurricane had gone through. In fact, he still did that now. Vegeta, though still eating everything in his vicinity, did it with elegance, even grace. Without even noticing it, Bulma was staring again.

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Vegeta looked up from his plate only to see Bulma staring at him again, eyes glazed over in deep thought. He remembered, then, her earlier arousal that he'd smelled in the air and what he'd said back on Namek; that she was gorgeous.

`She really is quite pretty. Beautiful, in fact, but she's too trusting; either that or she expects something from me. She shouldn't expect anything from me other than to die less painfully than the others for her hospitality.'

"Onna! What are you staring at?" he said, breaking out of his own reverie.

"Huh? Oh, nothing Veggie. That's a brilliant name you've come up with for me, by the way. Another word for woman, how creative," she teased.

"Yes, I thought so. I pride myself on my ingenuity, among other things."

"Yea right Veg-head. The only thing you can do well is fight," she said playfully.

`How dare she speak to me this way,' he thought, anger rising at her insolence.

"I know you won't be able to comprehend this, but it takes more than strength to win a fight, but someone as weak and useless as you wouldn't know," he said while getting up from the table and walking out into the backyard. He turned just as he left to see Bulma in an angry shock.

When he got outside he headed over to a secluded corner of the yard and decided to meditate. He sat down in the lotus position and began floating. His last thoughts before falling into the dark abyss of his mind were of Bulma's eyes and the cerulean fire in them when she was angry.

About 30 minutes later he heard the onna close the backdoor. He opened his eyes and watched her walk across the yard to her lab, closing the door behind her.

`She didn't even see me, she must still be angry about what I said,' he thought.

With that he got up to go inside, take a shower, and sleep off his strange feelings.

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The next morning, Bulma was jarred from a sound sleep by someone banging at her door. That's when she heard a familiar, demanding voice.

"Onna, get up right now! Is my training device ready yet?" he asked with annoying persistence.

She looked over at her clock; 6:47 a.m.!

"Vegeta, you ass! It's 6:30 in the morning, what the hell are you doing waking me up this early?" she screamed.

"I gave you sufficient time to sleep, woman. Now get up and get me my machine." he replied arrogantly.

`Why that little bastard! How dare he order me around like I'm his slave! I know dad may be skittish around him, but I'm not. I'm going to tell him off so bad he won't be able to hear for weeks!' she thought while putting on her robe and opening the door.

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A/N: Well, there goes another chapter. I'll try and get the next one out A.S.A.P., but I take time to make each chapter is the best it can be before I post it. So if it takes awhile, just know that it's for qualities' sake. Plus Christmas is coming soon, so I'll be busy with that as well. As always please READ & REVIEW!!! Love ya!!