Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Difference ( Chapter 7 )
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By: inuy21 
Bulma gets called to fix the GR...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 832 | Visits: 493 | Status: Completed
Bulma gets called to fix the GR...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 832 | Visits: 493 | Status: Completed
Oneshot prompt was: "Spark".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
“I HATE him!” Bulma screamed to no one. She was the only one around as she threw the tools she would need into a bag. “Every damn day! ‘Servant woman, your machine is broken again’,” she grumped, doing her best imitation of the monkey prince. “If he’s so great, why doesn’t he fix the damn thing. I should just throw the bag in there and let him deal with it.” She hefted the tool bag over her shoulder and proceeded to the gravity room out back.
“It’s about time,” his mocking voice hit her ears as she entered the backyard. Looking up she saw him lounging in the doorway of the GR, his arms and legs crossed as his back leaned against the frame.
She shot him a dirty look as she approached. “Sorry, your Highness, but I needed to get the proper tools.” She walked up the short ramp, past him, and into the GR. “So what’d you do this time?”
He turned his head as she passed him. “I didn’t do a fucking thing. This piece of shit just stopped working.” He shifted his position to watch as she laid the tool bag on the ground by the main panel.
“Just stopped working, huh?” she threw over her shoulder, letting him know that she wouldn’t believe that line. “Well, I guess I’ll run a diagnostic and see what happened.” She punched in a sequence of buttons to start the test. It didn’t take long for the computer to tell her that a few of the fuses had blown. She turned to look at Vegeta, crossing her arms against her chest. “You’re overworking it again,” she told him sternly. “It’s a wonder you haven’t blown this one up yet!”
He scoffed at her. “Maybe if it was built better.”
Her arms dropped by her side, and her hands made fists. She wouldn’t let him bait her. She was here to fix this stupid thing and get on with her day. So, she turned back around and opened the panel that held the fuses.
“How long will this take?”
She reached into her bag and grabbed a pair of gloves (just to be safe) and the container that held the extra fuses. “Not long, should be just a few minutes. So why don’t you go practice outside,” she told him, not bothering to hold back the irritation she felt towards him.
She had just reached down to grab the first blown fuse, when a firm grip landed on her shoulder. She didn’t have any warning as the grip firmly twisted her around, and she felt as her pinky slid under a few wires. She closed her eyes tightly as the wires popped free at the force of her twisting body. She heard the hiss of the electricity, and soon after she felt a few of the sparks hit her forearm.
She finally opened her eyes to look at Vegeta. “What the hell is your problem?!” she screeched. She could feel the burning itch on her arm from where the sparks had landed, but she ignored it.
“You will not tell me what to do,” he seethed.
She grit her teeth and once again balled her fists. “Do you realize what you’ve just done? All because you had to prove that you’re the big bad man around here?” She felt his grip tighten on her shoulder and she winced a little.
“You are just a servant; you have no authority over what I do,” he told her once again.
She realized a while back that getting angry with him did not help her situation, so she turned to different tactics. She relaxed her body and let her hand rest on his chest. “I wasn’t trying to tell you what to do, Vegeta,” her voice came out softer than she actually intended. Her fingers pressed into his hardened sweaty skin, feeling a different kind of spark flow through her - even with the gloves still covering her fingers.
She wanted to press her body against his, but his free hand quickly grabbed her wrist and pushed it off his body. He finally looked over her shoulder to see what she’d been bitching about.
“That’s right. So now instead of a couple minutes, it may be a few hours. Are you happy now?” She couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that crossed her lips.
“Just hurry up and fix it.” He finally let go of her shoulder and turned away from her.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
“I HATE him!” Bulma screamed to no one. She was the only one around as she threw the tools she would need into a bag. “Every damn day! ‘Servant woman, your machine is broken again’,” she grumped, doing her best imitation of the monkey prince. “If he’s so great, why doesn’t he fix the damn thing. I should just throw the bag in there and let him deal with it.” She hefted the tool bag over her shoulder and proceeded to the gravity room out back.
“It’s about time,” his mocking voice hit her ears as she entered the backyard. Looking up she saw him lounging in the doorway of the GR, his arms and legs crossed as his back leaned against the frame.
She shot him a dirty look as she approached. “Sorry, your Highness, but I needed to get the proper tools.” She walked up the short ramp, past him, and into the GR. “So what’d you do this time?”
He turned his head as she passed him. “I didn’t do a fucking thing. This piece of shit just stopped working.” He shifted his position to watch as she laid the tool bag on the ground by the main panel.
“Just stopped working, huh?” she threw over her shoulder, letting him know that she wouldn’t believe that line. “Well, I guess I’ll run a diagnostic and see what happened.” She punched in a sequence of buttons to start the test. It didn’t take long for the computer to tell her that a few of the fuses had blown. She turned to look at Vegeta, crossing her arms against her chest. “You’re overworking it again,” she told him sternly. “It’s a wonder you haven’t blown this one up yet!”
He scoffed at her. “Maybe if it was built better.”
Her arms dropped by her side, and her hands made fists. She wouldn’t let him bait her. She was here to fix this stupid thing and get on with her day. So, she turned back around and opened the panel that held the fuses.
“How long will this take?”
She reached into her bag and grabbed a pair of gloves (just to be safe) and the container that held the extra fuses. “Not long, should be just a few minutes. So why don’t you go practice outside,” she told him, not bothering to hold back the irritation she felt towards him.
She had just reached down to grab the first blown fuse, when a firm grip landed on her shoulder. She didn’t have any warning as the grip firmly twisted her around, and she felt as her pinky slid under a few wires. She closed her eyes tightly as the wires popped free at the force of her twisting body. She heard the hiss of the electricity, and soon after she felt a few of the sparks hit her forearm.
She finally opened her eyes to look at Vegeta. “What the hell is your problem?!” she screeched. She could feel the burning itch on her arm from where the sparks had landed, but she ignored it.
“You will not tell me what to do,” he seethed.
She grit her teeth and once again balled her fists. “Do you realize what you’ve just done? All because you had to prove that you’re the big bad man around here?” She felt his grip tighten on her shoulder and she winced a little.
“You are just a servant; you have no authority over what I do,” he told her once again.
She realized a while back that getting angry with him did not help her situation, so she turned to different tactics. She relaxed her body and let her hand rest on his chest. “I wasn’t trying to tell you what to do, Vegeta,” her voice came out softer than she actually intended. Her fingers pressed into his hardened sweaty skin, feeling a different kind of spark flow through her - even with the gloves still covering her fingers.
She wanted to press her body against his, but his free hand quickly grabbed her wrist and pushed it off his body. He finally looked over her shoulder to see what she’d been bitching about.
“That’s right. So now instead of a couple minutes, it may be a few hours. Are you happy now?” She couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that crossed her lips.
“Just hurry up and fix it.” He finally let go of her shoulder and turned away from her.