Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Let the Games Begin ❯ Tangled Emotions ( Chapter 5 )

 

 

The morning sun slowly began its ascent from the crevices of the mountains, and its rays had just begun to touch down upon the Capsule Corp. compound. Vegeta sat up in his bed, and unfurled the soft sheets atop of him. He stepped off and yawned softly. Clad only in a pair of white boxers given to him from the currently absent blonde, as a “gift”.

He remembers her babbling on and on about how they were finely stitched from the finest silks and materials. He never liked underwear too much, but after trying these on, it changed his mind.

 

As he prepared himself for the day ahead, he began to think about last night. He simply couldn't understand what the need for such physical contact was necessary. He knew what she meant by “Thank you”. The thanks was for the night he had saved her. Right? He wasn't so sure anymore, they were spending large amounts of time together at her requests…was that the reason for the “Thank yous”? Was it something more? Vegeta played with the idea in his head, could that bratty woman possibly be that lonely? Was it loneliness? Or did he actually pick up signs that she may possibly….Like him???

 

Vegeta quickly dismissed that concept. And simply took the easiest answer, she was thanking him for the rescue. The end. However, that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun. He smirked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He began his daily route down the long hallway, but something was amiss. Bulma's door was unlocked and wide open.

 

`That lazy woman is never up at this time,' he thought. Being somewhat curious, Vegeta poked his through the door to find Bulma snoring, and drooling. Her body was tangled in her sheets, while her upper torso hung slightly off the bed. Her hair cascading down to the floor, with various papers, and books strewn below it.

 

`A real sight for sore eyes,'Vegeta rolled his eyes. He stood there for a moment observing the cerulean slob he had to cohabit with. He began to wonder if this woman really slept like this all the time. With such a disarray of papers, notes, tools, and books, he wondered if that was all she ever concentrated on. Then again, all he ever did was train, but he believed his cause was different. Strength was of utmost importance, and reaching the peak of your strength meant you have filled your ultimate potential. His utmost fulfillment. He would reach it. After he obtained what was rightfully his, he would be complete. He would then…..he would then. Vegeta felt a small surge of uncertainty. What would he do after becoming the Legendary? Simply train and live at this crazy families residence? For the rest of his life? Was that really the life of a Saiyajin Prince?

 

Vegeta shook his head from his pessimistic thoughts. He decided he must focus on the here and now, and simply work hard until that time comes. Perhaps he would leave the planet, after he defeated the predicted androids.

 

“Vegeta…”

 

Surprised at the soft murmur of his name. He found himself still standing at Bulma's doorway, and brought his attention back to the snoring machine lazing around her bed. She stirred a bit, but was still in a deep slumber. Vegeta's eyes widened slightly, and he decided it was time for him to leave. He realized he needed to get out of this house, at least for the day, he needed to get away from that woman, they were spending too much time together, and it started to make his thoughts and goals blur. He headed outside and looked out to the east. He decided he would train without the extra gravity for the day, and simply spend some time to train his mind and meditate. He took off into the sky, and headed for a small clearing in the Eastern Skiarotto woods. It was the one place he felt most at peace. It helped him most when his thoughts and even sometimes his cold heart began to…..change.

 

Back at Capsule Corp. a few hours later……

 

Bulma snorted loudly and began to slowly open her heavy lids. She found herself hanging in a makeshift hammock of her bedsheets off the side of her bed. She yawned and stretched and collapsed rather gracefully to the padding of notebooks on the soft floor.

 

`What time is it?' Bulma reached over for her clock, and gave out an audible gasp. She scrambled herself up off the floor, stripping off her clothing, and dashed into her closet. Snatching whatever she could find, Bulma slipped on a grey pencil skirt, and pulled on a powder pink sleeveless turtleneck.

 

Bulma had a meeting today, set for 12 noon. It was currently 12:15, and Bulma was sprinting down Capsule Corps office corridors. She burst open the main office doors, and immediately had her secretary Jessica scrambling to grab her charts, graphs, and coffee.

 

“M-Miss Briefs! Thank goodness you arrived, I have the diagrams in the blue folder, with all the changes you requested for the prototype,” Jessica rambled on, gingerly handing Bulma her coffee. Bulma nodded intently pausing for a few seconds to chug her morning brew. She then noticed Jessica peering down to the floor.

 

“Um Miss Briefs”

 

Bulma blew at her bangs with a huff, “Dear god Jess, you can call me Bulma.”

 

“Umm—Bulma…”

 

“I'm sorry Jess, but I'm super behind! Kyle Bradford must be steaming!”Bulma snatched the folders from Jessica's underarm, and started a brisk walk towards the conference room.

 

“B-but…..Miss-Uh Bulma….”

 

Bulma was already in the conference room ready to take on the world. Throwing her folders on the large wooden desk, she looked around the room and nodded to her guests.

 

“Good mor-, ahem, good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.” She then heard a small snicker coming from one of the seated members. Bulma ignored it, and went on with her speech.

 

“It is an exciting time for Capsule Corp., as you may know already we are at the top of our industry. As science evolves, as do we. We here at Capsule Corp. believe in a strong commitment to serve….” Bulma gave her speech the way she had hundreds of times before. These were her father's clients, and since she was a child, she had been taught the tools of this particular trade. Her tardiness was highly irregular however, but it seemed she didn't do too badly. Unfortunately the young heiress had a restless night. She only got a decent amount of sleep by early dawn.

 

As she closed her speech, and displayed her hologram of C.C.'s newest innovations to the market audience. They all seemed mollified, however she noticed one spectator had been grinning throughout the whole assembly. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite remember him.

 

By the time the meeting had adjourned, Bulma was gathering her charts and shutting down the hologram system. She saw a shadow form in front of her, and turned around to find the grinning man.

 

Bulma gave out a small gasp, for this was an exquisite specimen of a man.

 

“Hullo there, Miss Briefs I presume?” a thick English accent pierced her ears and Bulma was enchanted.

 

“Yes, hello, I hope you are enjoying your visit to our headquarters.” Bulma drew her hand out for a polite handshake but he suavely cupped it and gave it a small peck. Bulma blushed slightly, but began to feel a strange sense of betrayal within her.

 

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Sir Anthony Bradford, of Bradford & Sons, I am one of those sons.” He chuckled and Bulma gave a soft laugh in response.

 

“A Sir? You are knighted Anthony? Which must obviously mean you are British, wait, wait a moment, I think I recognize you now…..did you attend Oxford by any chance?” Bulma asked with a pointed finger in the air.

 

Anthony gave a rich laugh, “So you do remember me!I must say Miss Briefs I have changed quite a lot since then, we never really spoke before, but how can I forget that blue hait and those eyes…..I'm sorry if I'm being forward! I don't mean to, I just remembered you so well…”

 

Bulma felt her face turn beet red, she remembers her year at Oxford. She remembers the English countryside, and the rogue-like men. And this man was most definitely one of them. Sir Anthony was a strapping, kind, and warm Londoner, with silver gray eyes, and golden shaggy hair. He was an heir to his father's company and business tycoon. Just like herself. He was the complete opposite of Vegeta. Bulma sobered a bit at the thought of the wretched sayain. Why? She wasn't so sure. For that reason, she kept her business-like façade on.

 

“Well, Sir Anthony, I certainly hope you consider all that has been said, and shown to you at our gathering today! But I really must be on my way. A partnership with your great company, and ours would be most—“

 

“My dear Bulma did you realize that your barefoot?”

 

Bulma stared up at him, then peered down fretfully at her bare feet. Completely embarrassed, and feeling a bit flustered, Bulma decided to look back up at Anthony.

 

“You see at Capsule Corp. science comes before shoes!”

 

Anthony grinned and began to shake with a small fit of laughter.

 

“Oh, Miss Briefs you really are an interesting and witty woman. I do hope we can meet again, perhaps outside of the confines of “work.”' Anthony gave a boyish smile in her direction.

 

Bulma felt her heart well with a girlish lightness. She smiled at him.

 

“Sir Anthony, I do hope you enjoy your stay, unfortunately I am so busy lately and I—“

 

“Oh come now Miss Briefs, work and play must be balanced.” He gave her a short bow. “I'll be on my way then, your secretary has all the digits to reach me at if you ever need anything, or even….even if you need someone to talk to….just give me a ring Bulma. Have a good day my dear.”

 

And with that; the charming Sir Anthony Bradford departed. Leaving Bulma a little shaken with new emotions in the conference room.

 

She collapsed onto the large leather chair behind her.

 

`Jesus…I need a drink'

 

 

A few hours later…..

 

Vegeta touched down on Capsule Corp ground at twilight. He paced through the gardens and entered the palatial home feeling far more relaxed, then he had previously felt. Starving, he strolled into the kitchen to find himself face to face with what seemed like a slightly disoriented Bulma. Her unexpected closeness startled him, although it didn't show in his stone cold features.

 

Bulma's eyes grew wide as she stared up into the dark void that were Vegeta's alien eyes.

 

“Your eyes are like two dark pools,” she said quietly to a confused Vegeta.

Then he felt the scent of alcohol on her breath. `Great she was drunk, or tipsy' he wasn't so sure how badly the stuff affected humans.

 

Vegeta grunted in response, to her silly observation. “You need a breath enhancer perhaps a mint will help.”

 

“Well that wasn't very nice, I was just saying that your eyes are really….different” Bulma gingerly touched his cheek. She felt the warmth of his skin penetrate the palm of her hand. “You're very warm.” She barely whispered.

 

Vegeta was unnerved by her statements and actions. Either this girl is drunk or crazy. No one touches him. He stood there for once absorbing her words. Was she complimenting him?

 

`God….. her eyes are quite different ..as well..' the thought whispered through his mind as he looked at her azure eyes and scowled. Trying his best to intimidate her, but to no avail. Before things got too weird, he grasped her arms and walked her over to the nearest chair. Steadying her into her seat. She placed her elbow on the table, and let her cheek lazily rock against her hand. She sat there watching Vegeta make himself a plate stacked with veggies, and meats.

 

“So today, I ended up making a total fool of myself in front of some of our potential clients!” Bulma related to Vegeta as if she were talking to Chi Chi. She reached over for the bottle of Irish cream she decided to tend to and poured herself another glass.

 

“Is that supposed to surprise me in someway?” Vegeta bit back, setting up his side of the table.

 

Bulma hiccupped, and gave a small giggle.

 

“No you don't understand, I had the speech ready! I was totally prepared Vegeta! But because I barely slept last night, I ended up running late, and…. here's the best part! I was barefoot! HA!” Bulma leaned back in her chair and took a quick swig of drink. She then stepped towards the kitchen counter grabbed herself a fork, and sat back down. “So Vegeta,” she said as she dangerously stole a bite of mashed potatoes from his plate. “How was your day?”

 

Vegeta stopped mid-bite. Was this moron eating off of his plate? He stared at her, and noticed a spark come from her unusually cloudy eyes. She was playing with him, testing his patience. He wanted to kill her.

 

“Wow,” she twirled her fork in her graceful fingers. “What a remarkable day you must have had….oh I'm sorry for grabbing a bite from your plate, but I really haven't eaten much today, my nerves are shot, and I met this great guy, who probably thinks..”

 

“WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!?”

 

“GEEZ! SORRY! Hey! This is my house buddy! And you don't have to eat here in front of—“

 

With that said Vegeta stood from the table and grabbed his plate.

“For once in your life woman, you are making perfect sense.”

Bulma stood up fuming, diving her fork generously into his plate and stuffed her mouth full with savory fare. She smiled widely and sucked her fingers, to show just how tasty his dinner was.

 

“You look like a pig, and eat like one too.”Vegeta smirked, watching her turn reasonably red with frustration. He turned on his heel and walked out to the Gravity room, so that he could eat and then train in relative peace.

 

Close to midnight, Vegeta was finishing his kata routine, and decided to end his session with a bit of meditation. His mind has been whirring a mile a minute. He couldn't stop thinking about that ridiculous creature he lives with. How dare she invade his personal space? Who does she think she is to touch him freely, and share his food? She needed to learn to respect him, but Vegeta wasn't sure how to instill that concept into the strong willed woman. He always used to resort to violence to gain acceptance, and praise. Absolute respect and obedience was expected. The more he thought about `teaching her a lesson' the more uncomfortable he felt with it.

 

He didn't want to hurt her, or mar her unblemished skin. Although he had considered choking her several times, lately he had been aching to feel the skin of her swan like neck. He was never quite sure how to react towards the testy creature. All Vegeta knew was that something was changing inside of him, and for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure if he could win.

 

 

Ok! So! I have finally updated, and will update asap. I'm sorry, but I really like building that tension, so its gets to that simmering explosive point! Woohoo!

Til next time!