Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ If It Kills Me ❯ Well, I guess that proves I'm a Genius After All ( Chapter 3 )

Well, I guess that proves I'm a Genius After All

A/N: Alright! A little bit of juicy-ness here. I am extremely excited to have started writing again. I have never written fanfiction before, just poetry and short (really short) stories, so any feedback on these are appreciated. Let's get to the story!

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“WOMAN! The GR is broken, again!” Bulma sighed at the voice coming through her intercom in her lab. She pulled her face away from the microscope she was looking at, and began to walk over to the intercom to respond to him. Pushing the call button, she screamed back, “AND WHO'S FUCKING FAULT IS THAT, DICKHEAD?! Maybe if you weren't such an inconsiderate asshole, it wouldn't break down as much!” She let go of the call button, and turned off her intercom. Her temper was shorter than normal due to the fact that Bulma was in the middle of an extremely important experiment, and she was moving on about 3 hours of sleep.

She strode over to the microscope, and took out the DNA sample from Yamcha, she was trying to find out why humans had different power levels, and why some could manipulate Ki energy, and others could not.

Putting the DNA slide into her electrolysis fridge, she locked up her office and personal lab, and then began climbing the stairs to the normal level of the Capsule Corp. HQ. She was incredibly close to a breakthrough, Bulma could feel it. Although, that could just be her sleep deprivation, she had been nearly 2 days without sleep. That's how she got, when she was obsessed with finding a solution or finishing a project.

Leaving the tinted windows of Capsule Corporation's main building, she was blinded by the sunlight. Her lab was on the bottom level, two stories below ground, it also another set of personal quarters down there for her, in case she didn't want to leave the lab until late, and was too tired to return home. Before creating those extra chambers for Bulma, her father would find her sleeping on her desk. That girl could sleep anywhere when she was at the point of exhaustion.

Bulma caught sight of Vegeta pacing outside the GR behind their house, and he stopped when he turned back around to pace towards her direction, and he folded his arms, waiting for her. His eyes were fully concentrated on her, and she blushed, knowing that he couldn't see her from that far away, his unwavering focus was unnerving. She had recomposed herself by the time she was close enough to fully make out his facial features. He was slightly perturbed, but Vegeta was more content knowing that he had fully interrupted her in the middle of something important, as by her tone over the intercom.

“Woman, you look like death warmed over in hell,” Vegeta's words held no biting tone behind them; this was simply how he and Bulma conversed. It was probably the only conversation Vegeta had with another person every day for the last few months. It had been about half a year since he started living with Bulma, and three of those months, Vegeta had no contact with anyone other than her family, and sometimes Yamcha. “Thanks Vegeta, You don't look so hot yourself,” Of course, Bulma was completely lying. Even with Vegeta's sleep deprivation, he still managed to look like a Roman god, bronzed and muscled to perfection.

“So what did you do to fuck it up?” Bulma asked, settling her hands on her hips. Vegeta took in her countenance, and noted that she didn't look incredibly bad. She did look incredibly out of place in her lab coat and pony-tail, Vegeta thought to himself. She seemed more in place in the midst of her princess pillows and evening gowns, not in the middle of formulaic programs and algorithms.

“I didn't do shit, other than try to make it to 300gs,” Bulma widened her eyes at the number of Gs. “Vegeta, the GR can't do more than 275gs, I told you that before. And since when can you withstand 300gs?” Vegeta snorted, “Just fix it. I don't have time to waste because of your piece of shit technology,”

The fire Vegeta created in Bulma's eyes was addictive. Whenever he said something to heat her temper, it was as if there was a fire he ignited just inside her soul, and it shined from her eyes. Bulma stalked up to him, stopping only when they were a few inches apart, and poked him in the chest with each word she enunciated, “I do not make shit technology,” She continued in a quiet voice, though it was much huskier and lower than her normal tone. “I'll have the GR up and running in two days time, and I can make it capable of up to 500gs, asshole,”

Vegeta grabbed her hand quickly and pulled her against him, “Be careful who you point that finger at, woman. There are some people who wouldn't tolerate your disrespectful tone,” She made a very Vegeta-like snort, and pulled her hand away from him. “I will be back in three hours to work on the GR, Your Monkey Highness,” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, and her eyes narrowed in a challenge. “Please try to stay out of my way and don't annoy me, or I will take a lot more time fixing the GR than just two days,” She gave him a condescending smile and headed into the house for some much needed food and to let her employees know what tools she would need transported to the GR.

Vegeta had simply stood there in silence, shocked at her insolence and fighting spirit- and the very Vegeta sound she had made. They had been increasingly vocal towards each other, but Bulma had pulled a vicious tone and trick over on Vegeta. It excited him in a way that he had never felt with a woman.

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Bulma came back as she said she would, and Vegeta was still in the same spot, in the same pose, as if he had turned to stone while she had been gone. The tools she had requested were sitting on the floor of the Gravity Room, and she stepped into it as she looked around. There were dings and large cracks in the walls, which made her sigh deeply. Vegeta had followed her into the GR, and when she turned around she nearly bumped into him. Again. Her eyes widened a fraction when first startled, but Bulma calmed immediately when she saw that it was Vegeta. She narrowed her eyes and made a shooing motion out the door. “Get lost, preferably in the middle of traffic or something,”

Vegeta growled, watching her walk over to the phone that was near the large control panel. “No one tells me what to do, especially not puny females,”

She wasn't really listening to him, but nodded her head and spoke, “Whatever, go die in a fire, Vegeta. Just don't bother me for the next two days,” Her voice gave away how tired she really was, and Vegeta realized that she wasn't going to have any spark after getting off the phone, and he silently left, taking flight when he stepped out of the GR. Bulma ordered for a maintenance repair team along with a few of her choice co-workers to come help her on the two day project.

She planned on having a few of her co-workers in the lab help her with upping the maximum Gs in the gravity chamber as well as having a few of them help her decide on a better glass replacement for the windows. She wanted the GR to look like new when Vegeta came back, just to see if Bulma could make his jaw drop. Probably won't work, he's most likely used to being given great gifts like this…But it will be worth the look on his face if he is amazed. Her brows furrowed as she looked at the cracks in the glass and the dents in the metal.

She fully powered down the GR except for the lights, and popped off the control panel. Bulma Brief was in for an all-nighter for that night, and then she promised herself a mini-vacation just her and Yamcha. That would be nice…

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48 hours later, and Bulma was beaming at the brilliant work she had accomplished. Her body was internally screaming for sleep, and her weary eyes matched her co-workers' and the maintenance crew's. They were all fatigued, but Bulma was now going on 3 hours of sleep from two nights ago, and she was pretty much a walking zombie, only a little more chipper. Seeing the completion of the project for Vegeta had put a little more life in her steps, and she walked outside.

She held a small black box in her hands, as she walked up to Vegeta. His face was glued to the sight of the giant dome, now shinier and spiffier than ever. Bulma had not only replace the fiber-glass with a clear carbon fiber, but also made a titanium-alloy, to withstand much more Gs and would be less likely to dent. Plus, the Gravity Chamber was now flight capable due to the new materials making it much lighter. She had even outfitted it with a sleeping/dressing chamber. It was scarce, but she figured that's how Vegeta liked it.

The look on Vegeta's face is priceless… Bulma preened herself in a gloating manner, and then nudged him. “Would you like me to show you how it works now?” Her response was a grunt from the Saiyan. She led him back inside, holding the small box in her hands.

“Well, you now have a completely digitized and much smaller control panel. I was able to hologram the entirety of the ship's monitoring systems, so everything will be projected as you command it,” The main training room was a little smaller than the original one, even with the tinier control panel. However, there was a whole quarter of the original GR walled off, a door beside the control panel the only way into the room. She opened the door silently, and beckoned Vegeta with her finger into the room.

It was the quarters that Bulma had made for Vegeta. The outside wall was nearly entirely the clear carbon fiber, creating a giant window. On the wall opposite the door, there was a metal cabinet welded onto the wall, as well as a sink below it. The wall adjacent to where they came in, was a full-size bed along with another door. “This is a dressing and sleeping quarters, the ship is now flight capable, so you can take it to other planets,” Even though I wouldn't want you to leave…

Bulma left those words unspoken as she walked over to the last mystery door, opening it and turning on a light. There was a toilet and stand up shower facing each other in the smaller room. “I also created some facilities for you to clean up in. Though, there is only minimal space for food on the ship, I planned on putting a mini-fridge in here, I just didn't….get….the time….” Bulma spoke as she stifled a yawn, and Vegeta finally took notice of how incredibly fatigued she looked. “Woman, you look like even more shit than before,”

“Well, that's because your pompous ass would have pestered me night and day until I had finished fixing the GR!” She growled and shoved the small black box into his hands, leaving the GR in a storm.

Vegeta slid the box out of the black cover it was in, and opened it slowly. Inside the box was a slim black communications device. The whole GR now smelled like lavender and vanilla even with the bare rooms, her smell intoxicated him. The Saiyan Prince looked at it quizzically before sitting on the bed, looking out the window the bedroom chamber in his newly rebuilt GR. He thought to himself, This is a ship, worthy of a Saiyan Prince.

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Bulma did not come out of her room for two days straight, and Vegeta had only heard her get up once or twice when he was near the vicinity of their rooms. The little black device she had given him, he'd been able to figure out how to turn it on, and he saw that it was remotely linked to the GR, allowing him to control the ship vocally with the device, but it also had “Contacts”. Vegeta assumed those were people he could communicate with using the communicator, but only Bulma's and her Father's direct lines were logged. He wanted to ask the woman if there was more that could be done with the device, but she hadn't presented a time he could assault her with questions.

On the third day, however, Bulma came out of her room, looking much better than before, fully rested and cleaned, and walked into the kitchen while Vegeta was eating breakfast. The notoriously blond Pansy Brief was nowhere to be found, so Bulma wondered where in the world Vegeta had gotten all the food. “Vegeta, where did you get this food?” The Saiyan Prince didn't stop eating, but did use one of his hands to hold up the cell phone Bulma had given to him, as he muttered the words, “Take out,” Bulma rolled her eyes, and she surveyed the food, looking for something appetizing.

She noted that it was mostly meat and bread, but was eyeing the bacon that was near to Vegeta, her hand made its way over to the plateful of bacon, only to be grabbed by a much larger hand. Bulma frowned, looking over to Vegeta, and noted a heated look in his eyes. She tried to pull her hand back, but he didn't let go. “You didn't ask if you could have any,” His voice purred, and sent shivers down her spine. Vegeta looked different this morning, and seemed in a better mood, if a better mood was possible for the Saiyan Prince. Little did Bulma know that the last two nights Vegeta had been able to sleep in the GR's bedroom chamber, with her scent surrounding him.

Bulma raised an eyebrow with a smirk on her face, “May I have some bacon?” He promptly let her hand go, and it dropped straight onto the bacon pile. The grease that was covering the bacon made her nose crinkle a bit. Bulma had rarely been fed greasy foods, though bacon had been a secret food that her father let her have when her mom was off visiting friends and organizing social events. Bulma took three juicy strips, and ate them slowly, the delicious taste and smell of them satisfying her small hunger.

She got up and walked over to the sink, with Vegeta's eyes following her, as she turned on the faucet and began to wash her hands. Drying them, she turned around and saw that Vegeta had gotten up silently, and was a few steps away from her. Bulma knew that Vegeta was acting incredibly weird, and she wasn't too sure why. Vegeta took another step towards her, and she backed up into the sink, bracing her hands against the counter. “Is that all you wanted for Breakfast?” Bulma nodded, but Vegeta tilted his head and stepped towards her again. Usually he didn't get this close without them being in a heated argument.

They were inches apart when Vegeta leaned towards her and sniffed right behind her ear, stepping into her, pressing his silhouette against hers to smell her better. “Are you so sure?” He whispered. Bulma's eyes were like deer-caught-in-head-lights size, but when she felt the heat of his hands on her waist, she relaxed once she realized he wasn't trying to mess with her. She was still completely puzzled at what was creating this different Vegeta today, but she didn't really mind. But Yamcha would… Her thoughts derailed the enjoyment she was receiving from Vegeta marking her scent against him.

She put her hands on his thick wrists to halt him, and he pulled his head back, his eyes were darker than normal, filled with an unspeakable fire, which spread from him to Bulma, igniting her core in thick, dripping heat. The sound of a door was heard off in the distance of the house, and Bulma moved slightly away from him. “What do you want with me, Vegeta?” Her voice sounded smaller than normal, and she mentally shook off the occurrence that had just happened. It was weird and unexplainable to her.

“I…” Words were surprisingly failing the Prince of All Saiyans at the time when he was trying to thank her for the GR improvements; she was aiding him in the greatest goal of his life: becoming legendary. He motioned towards outside, to the GR. “The GR is more useful now,” Is all that Vegeta's pride would let him say, and Bulma smiled at the effort. She walked up to him, and this time she willingly closed the space between their bodies in a sisterly hug. “You're welcome, Vegeta,”

She reveled in his musky scent, which was all male, even with Vegeta simply standing there, his arms still at his sides as she hugged him, and at the last moment, he hugged her back, his hands lightly skimming her back. He stepped away much sooner than she anticipated, and as he moved back, his body revealed a confused Yamcha. He must have been the one to come through the front door earlier.

“Yamcha! What are you doing here? What a nice surprise!” Bulma tried not to sound embarrassed or conspicuous, but how could she not when moments before the hug; Vegeta had been taking in her scent like a bloodhound on the trail of a deer. She glanced over to Vegeta, but then turned and walked to Yamcha, pulling him into the next room, and beginning to talk with him about the last week.

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A/N: WHOO! That's what I'm talking `bout! Sadly, the next chapter is not so happy. Yamcha just saw something between Bulma and Vegeta that he did not like… What's going to happen!??!! I will give advice to those that want to write a fanfic. It is incredibly easy for me to start and stop a chapter at any time, when I've written the outline to an entire fanfic before attempting to start writing the story.

I will tell you, it is so much easier to write when you don't have a muse, but you know what you're supposed to be writing about. I don't know when the next chapter will be out, probably near the end of this week, or the beginning of next. I have family coming into town Friday, and I also have a job offer on Friday. I want to write some tomorrow, but I promised my friend I'd go out drinking with her tomorrow. We'll see!

As always, feedback is appreciated!