Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Just Like Heaven ❯ The Gravity Room ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter Nine: The Gravity Room

A/N: I do not own DBZ, The Cure or any songs written by The Cure

Vegeta decided to retrieve his duffel bag. He wanted to explore his new Gravity Room and even more was anxious to resume his training. His feelings for Bulma were troubling him. He had never felt affection for any other living creature before and he had never wanted to, until now. He needed to re-focus on his one goal, obtaining the rank of Super Saiyan. Everything else, including his feelings for the woman, would have to be purged.

He could still hear the Woman ordering the Capsule Corp employees about. She was delegating a small crew to tow her smashed air bike back to the main garage for repair. He turned before entering the dwelling, as he heard a couple of the men grumbling about 'the Bitch deserving the Little Asshole'.

He dropped his bag and formed his hands into a 'Final Flash' pose, he had killed men for far lesser degrees of in-sub ordinance, and the Earthlings needed to learn their place in Vegeta's hierarchy. Only one person was worthy of hurling such insults (and living to tell the tale) and it seemed she was as much maligned as he himself was.

But Bulma beat him to the punch once more. She was hot on their trail, her face flushed with anger.

"I heard that!" she screamed. "You can haul that broken air bike to repair and take the rest of the day off, no pay! Come back in Monday morning and if this 'Bitch' is in a better mood, she might just let you keep your jobs!"

Vegeta watched with interest as the guilty men mumbled words of apology and scrambled about to remove themselves from the Woman's angry glare.

"Hmmmph," was Bulma's reply to their groveling as she limped her way towards the house and the clearly impressed Vegeta.

"Are you ready to take a look?" she asked him, while turning the knob of the front door.

"At you or the house?" he wondered. He simply nodded his reply and they both went inside.

Vegeta was clearly impressed with what he saw. The house, although sparsely furnished, was roomy and comfortable. The Great Room consisted only of a large over stuffed, dark green sofa and an entertainment center that covered an entire wall.

Bulma watched him look around in approval. "The television also doubles as a video phone," she said pointing to the myriad of electronic equipment that filled the shelves.

Vegeta again, only nodded. He could care less about telephones; he didn't have anyone to call anyway. He surveyed the kitchen and noted the refrigerator took up half of the area in the little room. His curiosity getting the better of him, he opened the door and was pleased to find it completely stocked with all of his favorite foods. He was deeply touched by her thoughtfulness and wondered how long this would last.

Anyone who had ever spent any amount of time alone with the Prince usually came to despise him. Except for Nappa, who was just too stupid and loyal to think him other than a friend, even up until the moment had Vegeta killed the fool.

Vegeta wandered back into the Great Room to find Bulma. She led him towards a hallway the housed both of their bedrooms and a shared bathroom. Bulma motioned towards the room designated as his and limped towards the bathroom, "Go ahead and get settled. I'm going to clean up this gash on my legs before I bleed all over the floor."

The Saiyan Prince stepped into his sleeping quarters. There was a double bed, a set of dresser drawers and a small night -stand with a lamp. He opened the closet door and tossed the duffel bag inside. He would have plenty of time to unpack later.

He sat on the bed and gave it a small test 'bounce'. It was similar to the one at the main house and probably was, courtesy of Bulma.

Bulma. He wondered how long it would take before she grew to hate him, like her lame ass friends did. He knew it was inevitable. No one had ever cared for him and no one ever would. He preferred it this way.

'You are a true warrior, Vegeta,' said the ever- present voice of reason inside his head. 'You have no business forming any bonds with the Blue Haired Female. She deserves one of her own kind and you my friend, you are destined to become the most powerful being in the Universe!'

After finishing his mental soliloquy, Vegeta was determined to find the Woman and demand she lead him to his training facilities.

Bulma was having a hell of a time tending to her wound. It was located on the calf of her right leg and no matter how she twisted and turned; she could not get a good angle to clean it.

"Damn my inflexibility!" she thought to herself. "I should have stuck with ballet class like Mom wanted…or at least taken some yoga classes!"

She was surprised by the sudden sound of Vegeta marching into the bathroom. He looked as if he were going to grouch at her about something, but halted when he saw her struggling.

Without a word he walked over to her and took the bottle of antiseptic out of her hand. He grabbed a handful of nearby cotton swabs and began to carefully clean the large cut. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, to brace herself for the pain. But the Saiyan Prince was gentle and after wiping away the blood and dirt, he began to wrap her lower leg with gauze.

"Does it bother you to be as disliked around here as much as I am?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"No, it doesn't bother me at all," she admitted as she handed him the medical tape. "Those men are paid employees, not my friends." She watched him secure the bandage and continued, "They're not bad people, really. I think they just have a really hard time taking orders from a woman."

"Or the Prince of All Saiyans," Vegeta quipped as he returned the medical supplies to the counter.

"Or anyone with a much higher intellect," giggled Bulma.

She was rewarded with a devilish smirk from the Prince. "I guess that leaves out the general population on this planet," he quipped.

Bulma stood and tested her weight on her injured appendage. Vegeta turned to leave but was stopped by Bulma. "Vegeta, wait!" she asked placing a hand on his shoulder.

He turned and faced her, impassive as ever. "Thank you," she said softly.

And then she gave Vegeta a sweet beautiful smile. It was so sincere that he unconsciously tucked away in his heart for further reflection. He was left dumbstruck and found he could only respond with a nod.

"Well, I guess we should get your Gravity Room running, so you can resume your training, huh?" she asked as she brushed past him to step into the hallway. She beckoned him to follow.

There was a doorway at the end of the hall that led to a second corridor. This hall held the doors to both Bulma's lab and Vegeta's training room.

Bulma stopped briefly by her room, to grab a toolbox and promised to Vegeta a tour when it was in order. She then led him inside his new Gravity Room. Vegeta was instantly impressed by the size.

It was twice as large as his capsule version and as an added bonus had mirrors covering all of the walls. "Cool!" he thought to himself. "Now I can watch myself turn Super Saiyan!"

Bulma pointed out that the mirrors were made to be indestructible. Vegeta said nothing, but his silent gaze of appreciation made her stomach do some silly flip-flops.

She went over to the far side of the room and began to search for a 'release' button. She was having trouble locating it with one hand, so she set her tool- box and ran both hands over the surface of the wall.

She grazed the button with the tips of her fingers and stepped out of the way as a very large platform slowly ejected from a previously hidden compartment.

"Damn it! Why'd they have to build this so high?" she exclaimed. She reached above her head and grabbed the edge of the platform. And with much grunting and groaning, was able to hoist her body on top of it.

Vegeta wandered and stood just below the ledge. "What is this for?" he asked trying to see what she was doing.

Bulma hit a couple more buttons and a huge panel slid aside to reveal the main computer.

"This is the control for all of the gravity levels, battle simulations and emergency shut down. Dad put it up here in hope that you wouldn't destroy it. Isn't it fantastic!" she breathed in scientific wonderment.

Vegeta craned his neck to look but was instantly distracted by the amazing sight of Bulma's blue panties, again.

From his lower vantage point he could see straight up her skirt and the view was incredible. He zoned out the Woman's voice and began to wonder; what would be softer to the touch, the blue silk underwear or the velvet soft skin underneath?

He allowed his gaze to travel down her long, sleek legs. Vegeta fantasized on how those beautiful legs would feel vice-gripped around his waist, as he had his way with her, over and over until she cried out from the pleasure or the pain.

He was now at the point of being painfully aroused and he knew he should either get the Woman of the damned platform or take a cold shower. Or both.

Bulma glanced down at Vegeta. She had asked him a question and was answered by silence. "Did he leave?" she wondered. One look told her he was still down there all right. And from the look on his face, his mind was far from her conversation on the mechanics of the GR.

"Hey Vegeta!" she called out with a wicked smirk, "Are you done gawking at my ass or can you pull your eyes away long enough to grab me a screw driver and fly it up here?"

Blinking back to reality Vegeta realized that: the Woman had addressed him, that she had busted him peeping up her skirt and she expected him to float up to the platform with the serious bulge in the front of his spandex.

He picked up the tool and willed himself to think un-sexy thoughts. "Master Roshi jacking off to his 'girlie mags', Piccolo as a woman, Yajirobe in a thong…"

As disturbing as the thoughts were, they didn't cure Vegeta completely. He was forced to float up and face the woman.

She took the screw- driver from him and didn't give him a second look. "I wanted to show you this," she said leaning over. "This is for my new program…"

Vegeta had stopped listening once more. Bulma's new position gave him perfect access to her glorious cleavage. He felt himself grow even harder. He 'gulped' and utilized his Saiyan willpower to avert his eyes to what she was pointing at.

"…cameras will track your movement so I can teach the computer to predict your next attack. This will give you more of a challenge. Now," she said standing upright, "I need you to tell the computer your name."

She had pointed to a tiny microphone and Vegeta leaned close and stammered, "VegetaPrinceofAll Saiyans". She nodded and added, "Bulma Briefs… Now the computer knows our names and our voice patterns. This system will be voice activated and controlled by only the two of us."

She pushed several buttons and the panel closed. She turned and smiled at the flustered Prince. "It's all ready. If you'd be kind enough to give me a lift down, we'll get her started up."

Vegeta stared at her for a moment and then opened his arms for her. 'What in the Hell are you doing?' screamed his voice of reason. 'Don't let her touch you, you idiot!'

Bulma, screw -driver still in hand, gave the Prince a seductive smile and melted into his embrace. He lowered them slowly to the ground, savoring her smell and the feel of her tiny body pressed against his.

Bulma distractedly hit the platform release button while enjoying the incredible strength of his embrace.

They landed softly on the GR floor. Bulma pulled away a mere fraction and looked into his dark eyes. They stood transfixed by the moment, locked in the intensity of the desire in both of their gazes.

Bulma was dimly aware of her labored breathing and the pounding of Vegeta's heart. She dropped the tool and ran both of her hands up his neck and into his hair. Vegeta tightened his hold on her waist and drew her closer to his body.

Bulma gave into the magnetic pull generated by the close proximity of their bodies. Closing her eyes she brushed a small whisper of a kiss across her Saiyans lips.

The electricity generated by the contact caused the both to recoil, slightly. Bulma's eyes widened at the knowledge that this was something more than a crush or puppy love. This was the real deal and her body ignited with fire.

Vegeta's voice of reason was screaming in alarm, 'Get away from her! She will be your downfall!' He thought this through and then proceeded to tell that voice to 'fuck off'!

He growled and in one swift movement moved a hand to the back of the little female's head and pulled her in closer for a more serious kiss.

Just as their mouths were preparing to devour each other a voice called into the Gravity Room.

"Bulma! Bulma! Are you in here? It's me…Yamcha!"