Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrificing Love--Hearts of Warriors ❯ Premonition ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is not mine. I all I own is my obsession with Vegeta and jealousy of Bulma. Have we gotten that straight? Good.

Quick Note: I am as surprised as you probably are, me updating this story after it has been sitting on my dusty shelves for what? Almost a year now? I don't know what came over me, but I felt the need to begin a new chapter. . .Is this a sign of a shorter break? It just might be!

Anyway, here's the next all-new chapter of:

Sacrificing Love: Hearts of Warriors

Chapter Three: Premonition

Bulma sank even further in the tub, her head tilting back to rest on the glossy tiles behind her. The water felt too good, too relaxing that it was threatening to make her fall asleep, yet she could not force herself away from the pure bliss that the water offered her. A moan of sheer ecstasy managed to escape her lips as she reveled in the feeling. Nothing could ruin this for her. Absolutely nothing.

How wrong she was.

The door opened with such force that she was surprised that it didn't fall off the hinges. Vegeta stood in the doorway, taking in her nearly tranquilized form. There was a pause and Bulma finally got over her initial shock and screamed, crossing her arms over her chest and submerging herself completely under the water.

If she waited down there, then he would get the hint and leave, right?

Well, that was the second time that she was wrong.

"Woman, would you calm down? It's not as if I saw anything. Besides, you're too thin for my tastes, why would I even want to see anything?"

A bubble rose and broke to surface, the only indication that Bulma had heard his comment.

And Vegeta knew that despite the blue water, her face was most likely as red as a lobster for fury of his statement.

Vegeta closed the door behind him and crossed his arms. She couldn't last that long without air, he knew, so he just stood there, waiting for her to poke her head above the water. About a few seconds past and she emerged.

Hearing the door close, Bulma nearly sighed in relief at the thought of him leaving the room. She pushed herself upwards to gather some oxygen after being under for almost a full minute. She took a deep breath of air and turned toward the door.

Vegeta just stood there, smirking at her with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Gagh!" Bulma sank down again, but not letting her head drop down under the water again. "What do you think you're doing?! Get out!"

"Why? I have already pointed out that I had no intention of seeing your skinny ass."

She shifted a little and centered a glare at him. "Then. Why. Are. You. Here?" she said, her anger coming out more with each word.

"I demand to know where your gravity room is located. I don't intend to sit around doing nothing during my stay," Vegeta stated.

"And you couldn't wait until I got out of the tub?!" Bulma threw her bar of soap at him. Vegeta caught it effortlessly.

"What do you think I was doing standing here?"

Bulma's glare darkened to frightening heights. "Well, if you want me out of the tub, then GET OUT!!!"

"Are you even attempting to order me around?" Vegeta was highly amused.

"My house, my rules."

"Fine. But if you don't haul your doubtlessly wrinkly ass out of there in two minutes, I will do the task for you." And with that, he turned and left the room, chuckling when he heard her throw her washcloth at the door behind him.

She sputtered as she lifted herself up and threw one leg over the rim of the tub. "Stupid, arrogant jerk. . ." she mumbled as she shrugged on her white terry-cloth robe. She opened the door and was not surprised to see Vegeta sitting on her bed, obviously waiting for her to get out of the bathroom.

"Well, it seems that you can follow directions more easily than I had first thought." He smirked again as he saw her brows lower dangerously, a warning to him that she was just below her tolerance level.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with so you can leave me alone." Bulma tapped her foot against the wood floor. "Are you coming, or not?"

Vegeta gave her an irritated groan as he followed her through the door, frowning at the fact that she was walking ahead of him, especially since he was the Saiyan Prince, miles above her stature. He dematerialized and appeared in front of her, continuing walking as if he had started out in that position in the first place.

Bulma fumed. He was like a little kid! She was growing more annoyed at him, despite the fact that she knew she had some feelings towards him that were more pleasant than the ones she was feeling now. Especially when she was helping him--

'Wait a second,' Bulma thought. 'If he's in front, then he has no clue where he's going.' She watched his back as she determined the distance away from him and discovered that she was about six feet away from where he had rematerialized. 'Perfect.' She rounded the corner as quietly as she could manage and ended up in the kitchen. 'This should teach him that he can't just order me around.'

When she heard heavy footsteps outside of the room, she poked her head in the refrigerator, hiding her smile from Vegeta. She could only imagine his scowl, and she could barely suppress her laughter.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Abandoning her thoughts, she pulled a bottle of water off of the top shelf of the ice-box. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked as she unscrewed the cap. "I'm getting a drink."

"You were supposed to show me to the gravity chamber!"

Bulma shrugged. "What can I say? I needed something to drink, seeing how I'm exhausted by some people's juvenile behaviors." She tilted her head back and took a swig ignoring him for the moment, and focusing on the smug mood that flowed through her. She was obviously satisfied by her ploy.

Vegeta growled and stomped forward, grabbing hold of her arm and yanking it so he could drag her behind him. Unfortunately, it was the one holding the water, and the action caused the liquid to spill on him, adding to his annoyance.

There was a pause, and then Bulma burst into a fit of laughter. Vegeta glowered at her for a second, but all was forgotten as soon as he noticed that her robe had loosened considerably, giving him an almost perfect view of her generous bust. Needless to say, the prince could not remove his eyes from the open folds of cloth.

Bulma was sobering and was about to make a smart-aleck remark until she spotted his expression and realized that he was mentally gone from the action. Following his gaze, she gasped and closed her robe. "You pervert!" she cried, tightening the strap that was supposed to hold her robe closed. She was angry and embarrassed, causing her face to turn bright red.

And like that, Vegeta had snapped out of it. He fixed his classic smirk on his face. "I am going to change clothes. I would suggest that you would do the same, unless you're willing to give me another peep show."

"Why you. . ."

Vegeta walked to the door, casting a look at her before he left. "I expect you to be prompt and change quickly before I come get you. Otherwise, I will most likely see more than your incredibly flat chest." Knowing that she would get even more angry at him, he left, smirking as he heard her sputter with fury.

"Flat?! Yeah right, you jerk!"

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He had been amazed by the first gravity room that she had built him, but her own was much better. It allowed him to train at its maximum, an astonishing 1000Gs, even if he wasn't quite ready to reach that level. It offered him an unmistakable chance to become even more stronger than he had originally thought.

. . .Perhaps it would allow him to fulfill his own destiny.

He would become a Super-Saiyan.

Even if it killed him.

He punched in the controls that were a lot similar to the ones that the gravity chamber that was on Planet Vegeta.

He paused, his finger hovering above the yellow button.

Vegeta-sei.

Everything that he knew was gone. His kingdom, his race, his throne, even his father. They all had perished by the one vile creature by the name of Frieza, the albino son of a bitch that he had crushed with his own two hands. And the bastard had still managed to ruin him, depriving him of all of his treasures, leaving him nothing at all.

He had lost everything.

But he would be damned if he allowed his right of becoming the Legendary being tossed into the pile of things that he had lost, even if Kakarrot had somehow preformed the miraculous feat.

That just meant that he had to get stronger.

And with that, he pushed the yellow button, smiling wickedly as he felt the gravity's effects. He would do this, and he would be the strongest that all of the universe had ever known.

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"What is his progress?"

The medic turned to the owner of the voice. "He is surviving. His breathing has returned to a more rapid rate. In no time, he will fully recover."

The other man nodded. "That's good to hear. We've lost too much time already, and we cannot afford to lose anymore, especially when our master is incapable of performing at the moment."

"He will be restored in no time, Lord Zarbon."

"Very good." Zarbon turned and left the room. He knew that Frieza would crave revenge the moment that he stepped out of the regen tank. The blue-toned man knew that Kakarrot and the Saiyan Prince had escaped, and he was in the process of finding them so that he could present the information to Lord Frieza as soon as possible. However, the search was not going as smoothly as planned.

He frowned, but quickly recovered. Zarbon would find the pair, and they would pay dearly for even attempting to kill his master.

And he knew all too well that Frieza always got his revenge.

Author's Note: Well, there's the next installment. It didn't have too much action in it, but it left some possibilities of what could happen in the future. I'm surprised that I actually finally wrote it, since I'm currently engrossed in getting Facing it Together finished, but hey, who's complaining? Anyway, there it is, and as always, I hope you'll review!