Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ten ❯ Third Conversition ( Chapter 3 )

TEN

Third Conversation

 

by mariamcardoso

Beta: partytimexelent

 

DISCLAIMER: NOT. MINE.

 

 

One week later Bulma was still avoiding him. Not that she had to try hard to do that. Vegeta never tried to start a conversation.

 

Vegeta never looked for her when the GR was broken or when the bots needed to be reconstructed, he searched for her father, the man he admired. She was the one that actually made the bots' blueprints. She was actually working in the tenth version of said bots. Working at 2 AM for a guy that had everything given to him, gave nothing in return and played with her. How dumb can one genius be?

 

“Bulma, honey, come to bed. You need your sleep.”

 

“Mom! You scared me half to death. What are you doing up?” Bulma said while clutching her chest to try to calm herself.

 

“Sorry. But I just couldn't sleep. The heat is too much.” Mrs. Briefs said with her usual smile.

 

“Knock next time. Ten years of my life just flew out of the window. God… Anyway, I was finishing the wiring. Then I was going to bed, I feel like a zombie.” Bulma said turning to the blueprints to continue her work.

 

“You look like one too, honey.” Mrs. Briefs said laughing.

 

“Thanks, mom. Drink some fresh water, walk a little and then try to sleep. It works for me.” Bulma said while scratching her head.

 

“Thank you. I'll leave you to your work. Goodnight.” Bulma's mother said and left the room.

 

“Goodnoght, mom!” Bulma hollered.

 

Bulma looked at the clock. It marked 2:23 AM. What was she doing up at this hour? Working for an ungrateful bastard, that's what. So she got up turned off the lights and left the lab. When she headed to the stairs she heard a noise and stopped. Another noise was heard and cursing followed after. As Bulma looked around she saw a floor lamp and unplugged it as silently as she could. She started walking to the noise. It seemed to come from her living-room. It couldn't be anyone from the house: her mother didn't curse, neither did her father and Vegeta would simply grunt or blast whatever it was that was irritating him. But suddenly a hand covered her mouth and grabbed the lamp. She screamed but her scream was muffled by the hand. Then she started elbowing and kicking her attacker with all her might. She knew the strongest fighters in the universe and she couldn't hit a thief properly. All those years of seeing Goku fight had to useful right? So next she decided to bite the hand and bring the back of her head against her attacker's nose. Good thing the guy was short.

 

“Stop it, woman!” He hissed.

 

Immediately Bulma relaxed and the hand covering her mouth disappeared.

 

“You scared me to death!” she whispered angrily.

 

“Yeah, well, you hit me to boredom.” he said with a smirk.

 

“Shhh… There's someone in the house.” she spat.

 

“So? They can't hurt me.” Vegeta said with a shrug.

 

“Who cares a about you?! My mom's still up. What if the thief did something to her?” she whispered.

 

Vegeta's lips twitched and his smirk disappeared. He turned to the living-room and started walking.

 

“Your mother is in her bathroom taking a bath.” he said before he entered the living-room.

 

Bulma sighted in relief and followed him.

 

When Vegeta stopped a few seconds later Bulma stopped abruptly and looked over his shoulder.

 

“Hey asshole, what the hell do you think you're doing?” Bulma said as she stepped in front of Vegeta.

 

The thief turned to them rapidly, shakily grabbed his gun and aimed at them.

 

“I thought you'd be capable of recognizing a robbery when you saw one. Look lady, I don't want to kill you or your husband but if I have to I will. Although I have the feeling that if I do all Capsule Corporation's money will be used to find me. No matter.” the thief said boldly.

 

“My husband?! This jerk? Ah… He just lives here. Go ahead and shoot me `cause you're not taking anything.” she said with her hands in her hips.

 

“He is going to shoot and I'm not your bodyguard.” Vegeta said calmly.

 

“You'd let me die?!” Bulma asked dumbfounded.

 

“Yes. I've thought about doing it myself but everyone would know it was me. But if one of your weapons was used no one would suspect it was me. In a way it's right. I just didn't do anything but watch.” Vegeta said looking at her.

 

Bulma lowered her head and her shoulders started shaking.

 

“I'm still here. That's a nice man you have there Miss Briefs.” the thief said laughing and trying to keep the gun still.

 

Bulma raised her head to look at the thief. Her face was a mixture of anger and hurt. She took a step to the thief.

 

“Don't come near. I'll definitely shoot you.” the thief said with a panicked voice.

 

“Go ahead. As you can see no one would stop you.” Bulma said as she neared a table.

 

“Woman…” Vegeta cautioned.

 

“Shut the hell up! Shut up. I've done nothing wrong to you and you treat me like garbage! I've been helping you and… you…” Bulma said with her back to Vegeta.

 

“Dude, you're an ass. God. If I had someone like her near me I'd treat her very good.” the thief said lecherously.

 

Vegeta growled to the thief and started walking towards Bulma.

 

“Thank you.” Bulma said with teary eyes.

 

“What's wrong with you humans? You are supposed to be robbing her and she is supposed to be stopping you. Why are you seducing her?” Vegeta asked exasperated.

 

“You can take the TV if you want.” Bulma said looking at Vegeta.

 

“No! The TV stays.” Vegeta said looming over her.

 

“I take what I want. I have the gun here.” the thief said pointing the gun at Bulma.

 

Bulma started to inch herself closer to Vegeta.

 

“Vege-“

 

The gun was fired and the only thing Bulma saw was Vegeta's hand in front of her chest. She was still alive so he must have grabbed the bullet. Suddenly Vegeta disappeared from her side and reappeared in front of the thief. Vegeta punched his stomach and he fell to the ground passed out. Vegeta turned to her. Bulma was sitting on the couch with her hand in her chest and breathing erratically.

 

Vegeta sensed her ki and frowned. He walked to her grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

 

“Why?” she said looking him in the eyes.

 

Vegeta had a feeling that he would regret asking her what she meant. But she seemed too nervous to do anything else but talk.

 

“Why what?” he asked calmly.

 

“Why did you do that to me last week?” she asked as she got up and away from him.

 

He knew he would regret asking.

 

“I already told you. You make me uncomfortable.” Vegeta said as he sat on the couch.

 

Bulma ran the few steps between them and jumped on top of him, sitting on his lap. Vegeta's eyes opened wide and his mouth started to form words that Bulma quickly stopped.

 

“It's my turn to talk.” she said angrily.

 

She grabbed his hair and turned his face to hers. Vegeta growled at her.

 

“Have you ever been touched by something other than a closed fist before?” Bulma asked as she laid her head on his shoulder.

 

“Yes.”

 

“By a woman?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“Then why do you push me away? Do you hate me?”

 

Bulma let go of his hair only to wrap her arms around his neck.

 

“I already answered that twice. Sometimes.”

 

She was surprised that he was actually answering everything she asked. He usually avoided the questions he didn't feel like answering.

 

“I don't want to have sex with you. I just want us to be friends.” she whispered in his ear.

 

“I don't… I don't know what a friend is.”

 

Bulma suddenly moved her head and looked at him.

 

“But Nappa and Raditz…”

 

“They we're colleagues. Dispensable. I killed Nappa myself, as you know.”

 

“But I found a recording chip in the scouter Raditz brought with him…”

 

Vegeta got up quickly and grabbed her arm.

 

“Where is it?!” he asked surprised.

 

“It was destroyed. The scouter didn't work without it and since it was destroyed…” she said quickly to try to calm him down.

 

Vegeta grunted and sat down again.

 

“I saw it. The video I mean. At the time I didn't pay attention to it. It seemed normal enough. Three guys laughing while eating, talking about sex, about women, about `work'. It had no vital info on the two warriors to come so kept it to myself. You know what a friend is. What you may not know is what a girl friend is.”

 

He looked at her and sighed.

 

“For me women are to have sex with and have offspring. They seem to have no further use. Raditz thought that we, as warriors, needed women more than any other man. He said that Frieza should have one woman for each warrior. But Frieza did nothing but torture us. He would never allow women to enter the ship.”

 

Bulma got up and sat in front of him on a table.

 

“Tell me you didn't… ra… rape the women from the planets you purged.”

 

“I didn't. There are places in space when you can have sex consensually.”

 

Bulma sighed in relief and got up.

 

“So, not the TV?” she asked smiling.

 

Vegeta got up too and headed to the kitchen.

 

“It's faster to learn your culture by watching TV instead of reading.” Vegeta said with a tint of red on his cheeks.

 

“Of course. It's the first time I see you without gloves. I thought you had something in your hands.”

 

“Sayan royalty wears gloves.” Vegeta answered.

 

Bulma followed him in the kitchen and grabbed one of his hands.

 

“Wow. They're almost as soft as mine. Can I see you ki?” Bulma said excitedly.

 

Vegeta pulled his hand from her and frowned at her.

 

“No. Next you want to run some tests. Am I correct?”

 

“No. But I do want to ask you some questions about your body.” she said eagerly.

 

“What do you want to know?”

 

“How come you never break any bones?”

 

“As soon as my body assumes a battle stance my bones turn more flexible. They protect the organs and don't break easily.”

 

“Can you show me?” she asked seriously.

 

Vegeta grabbed one of his fingers and bended a finger in a way that it should not.

 

“That's useful but disturbing.” Bulma said disgusted.

 

Vegeta smirked and went to rummage the fridge.

 

Bulma pushed him away.

 

“What do you want to eat?” Bulma asked.

 

“Who said I wanted to eat?”

 

Bulma crossed her arms and glared at him.

 

“Pancakes.” Vegeta pouted.

 

Bulma laughed and started making the pancakes.

 

“I didn't know you could pout. It's so cute.” Bulma said while cleaning tears of mirth from her eyes.

 

“Do no laugh at me!” Vegeta spat and left the kitchen.

 

Bulma continued laughing and making the pancakes. A few seconds later she heard the front door open and a grunt. She supposed he had kicked the thief out.

 

“Thanks, Vegeta. Five more minutes and the pancakes will be ready. What do you want to drink?” she hollered as she flipped a pancake.

 

Vegeta entered in the kitchen again and sat at the table.

 

“Juice.” he said staring at her.

 

“Orange or apple?” she asked with her head in the fridge.

 

“Orange. And that tomato thing, the sweet thing, jelly or something, to put on the pancakes. ”

 

“Is it good? I never tried it.” she said as she took the two things from the fridge and set them on the table near him.

 

“How can you live on Earth and have never tried that combination of food?”

 

 

A/N: This chapter is garbage. I seriously hate it and I think you will too. I just wanted to make a chapter for them to make up. If you have a topic you'd like to hear them talk about, please let me know. Kiss… Don't forget to R&R!