Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Death of the King ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.02.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 524 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.02.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 524 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3
Later that day Bulma was immersed in her work. The lab was quiet, save for the tinny music coming out of the small radio next to her. She sighed at the formulas in front of her. She had been putting all her effort into one project this past month: the dragon ball radar.
The dragon ball radar was her project. She had many projects utilized in the capsule corporation, but the radar was truly hers. Very few knew about it and no one was allowed to touch it except for her. In the wrong hands it could mean the end of the world; or the beginning of one.
She shuddered slightly as she thought about Vegeta’s cold hand around her neck…his dark eyes, so full of hate for her and her race. She closed her eyes against the thoughts of what Vegeta might do with her invention, had he known it still existed.
The story that went around the corporation was that the radar was destroyed. It was too dangerous, they would say, so Dr. Briefs had made sure that it would never get into the wrong hands. And that was initially the plan, but Bulma’s curiosity, her love of science, and her desire to know how everything worked and why was what kept the radar from destruction. Her father had handed it over to her with the condition that no one knows it exists, and that it never leaves the lab.
So here she was, her hair pulled into a messy bun, she was at her finest. She never felt more alive than when she was onto something. The radar had been malfunctioning for quite some time but it seemed that she was beginning to figure it out.
There was just one problem: Bulma really had to pee.
She had been sitting for hours, sipping water between scribbling, and now she seemed to be unconsciously bouncing around in her chair.
“Crap…” She muttered, never happy to be taken away from a brainstorm.
She stood and stretched like a cat, groaning. Then she slid the goggles off of her face and headed up the stairs.
A few rooms over, Vegeta was angrily stalking from room to room. Vegeta hated to be taken away from his training, much like Bulma hated to be taken away from her work, but the gravity room bots were malfunctioning and he had no choice.
“Woman!” He bellowed.
He ripped open doors, searching for his victim. He had already been resting for too long and he was eager to get his machine running again smoothly again.
He scanned the living room and his eye caught sight of a door that was left ajar.
He groaned inwardly when he realized where Bulma must be, and while he had no fear of the tiny woman, he was also in no mood for the fight that would ensue once he disturbed her from her work.
He pushed open the door and made his way down the stairs, scanning for a hint of blue. He reached the bottom and frowned. He couldn’t sense her anywhere.
Crossing his arms, his eyes fell on a desk with the name plate “Bulma Briefs”, and while he was not interested in any of her inventions, he couldn’t avoid staring, slack jawed at what he saw.
It was the radar. The one that the Briefs family had sworn was destroyed.
He picked it up gingerly and pressed a button on the front.
Nothing happened.
He dropped it on the desk angrily. Apparently everything in this compound was currently broken.
He spun around then and was face to face with an infuriated Bulma.
“Vegeta…just what the HELL do you think you’re doing in my lab!?” Her fists were clenched, small teeth bared.
“I go where I please, woman.” He said quietly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh that’s right, you’re a prince so you can do as you please? Well this isn’t your world, asshole, so you go where I say you can go or you find another place to live, got it?”
Vegeta was silent. Then he threw his head back in laughter.
“Something funny, vegetable head?” Bulma’s hands were on her hips.
He stopped laughing and glared down at her.
“You are right…” he traced his finger down her nose, “this isn’t my world…yet.”
Then he stepped around her and headed back up the stairs.
“O h Bulma, you worry too much.”
“But Chich, you didn’t see the look in his eyes…” Bulma twirled the cord around her fingers. Vegeta’s words had chilled her to the core. She now sat cross legged on her bed, hoping for some solace.
“Bulma listen; he’s just an angry little man who enjoys scaring people. You know my Goku would destroy him if he ever laid a hand on you!”
“Yeah…that’s the thing…Vegeta’s been getting stronger. I’ve seen it.”
“So? Goku trains every day, there’s no way that short little monster could ever catch up to him.”
Bulma smiled. “Chichi, I know you’re biased because you love the guy, but you have to admit; it’s a possibility.”
Chichi sighed.
“I just don’t believe he could ever defeat Goku. He doesn’t have it in him. Goku has a brave soul and a good heart. Vegeta is hollow inside.”
“Maybe you’re right…” she was starting to feel better.
“Of course I’m right. Now you go back to work and just watch your back. If there’s anymore drama I will send Goku over there in two shakes, you hear me?”
She giggled. “Yes, mom, I hear you.” She sighed again. “Thanks Chichi, I feel a lot better.”
“Good. Now go invent something.”
Bulma laughed and hung up the phone.
Later that day Bulma was immersed in her work. The lab was quiet, save for the tinny music coming out of the small radio next to her. She sighed at the formulas in front of her. She had been putting all her effort into one project this past month: the dragon ball radar.
The dragon ball radar was her project. She had many projects utilized in the capsule corporation, but the radar was truly hers. Very few knew about it and no one was allowed to touch it except for her. In the wrong hands it could mean the end of the world; or the beginning of one.
She shuddered slightly as she thought about Vegeta’s cold hand around her neck…his dark eyes, so full of hate for her and her race. She closed her eyes against the thoughts of what Vegeta might do with her invention, had he known it still existed.
The story that went around the corporation was that the radar was destroyed. It was too dangerous, they would say, so Dr. Briefs had made sure that it would never get into the wrong hands. And that was initially the plan, but Bulma’s curiosity, her love of science, and her desire to know how everything worked and why was what kept the radar from destruction. Her father had handed it over to her with the condition that no one knows it exists, and that it never leaves the lab.
So here she was, her hair pulled into a messy bun, she was at her finest. She never felt more alive than when she was onto something. The radar had been malfunctioning for quite some time but it seemed that she was beginning to figure it out.
There was just one problem: Bulma really had to pee.
She had been sitting for hours, sipping water between scribbling, and now she seemed to be unconsciously bouncing around in her chair.
“Crap…” She muttered, never happy to be taken away from a brainstorm.
She stood and stretched like a cat, groaning. Then she slid the goggles off of her face and headed up the stairs.
A few rooms over, Vegeta was angrily stalking from room to room. Vegeta hated to be taken away from his training, much like Bulma hated to be taken away from her work, but the gravity room bots were malfunctioning and he had no choice.
“Woman!” He bellowed.
He ripped open doors, searching for his victim. He had already been resting for too long and he was eager to get his machine running again smoothly again.
He scanned the living room and his eye caught sight of a door that was left ajar.
He groaned inwardly when he realized where Bulma must be, and while he had no fear of the tiny woman, he was also in no mood for the fight that would ensue once he disturbed her from her work.
He pushed open the door and made his way down the stairs, scanning for a hint of blue. He reached the bottom and frowned. He couldn’t sense her anywhere.
Crossing his arms, his eyes fell on a desk with the name plate “Bulma Briefs”, and while he was not interested in any of her inventions, he couldn’t avoid staring, slack jawed at what he saw.
It was the radar. The one that the Briefs family had sworn was destroyed.
He picked it up gingerly and pressed a button on the front.
Nothing happened.
He dropped it on the desk angrily. Apparently everything in this compound was currently broken.
He spun around then and was face to face with an infuriated Bulma.
“Vegeta…just what the HELL do you think you’re doing in my lab!?” Her fists were clenched, small teeth bared.
“I go where I please, woman.” He said quietly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh that’s right, you’re a prince so you can do as you please? Well this isn’t your world, asshole, so you go where I say you can go or you find another place to live, got it?”
Vegeta was silent. Then he threw his head back in laughter.
“Something funny, vegetable head?” Bulma’s hands were on her hips.
He stopped laughing and glared down at her.
“You are right…” he traced his finger down her nose, “this isn’t my world…yet.”
Then he stepped around her and headed back up the stairs.
“O h Bulma, you worry too much.”
“But Chich, you didn’t see the look in his eyes…” Bulma twirled the cord around her fingers. Vegeta’s words had chilled her to the core. She now sat cross legged on her bed, hoping for some solace.
“Bulma listen; he’s just an angry little man who enjoys scaring people. You know my Goku would destroy him if he ever laid a hand on you!”
“Yeah…that’s the thing…Vegeta’s been getting stronger. I’ve seen it.”
“So? Goku trains every day, there’s no way that short little monster could ever catch up to him.”
Bulma smiled. “Chichi, I know you’re biased because you love the guy, but you have to admit; it’s a possibility.”
Chichi sighed.
“I just don’t believe he could ever defeat Goku. He doesn’t have it in him. Goku has a brave soul and a good heart. Vegeta is hollow inside.”
“Maybe you’re right…” she was starting to feel better.
“Of course I’m right. Now you go back to work and just watch your back. If there’s anymore drama I will send Goku over there in two shakes, you hear me?”
She giggled. “Yes, mom, I hear you.” She sighed again. “Thanks Chichi, I feel a lot better.”
“Good. Now go invent something.”
Bulma laughed and hung up the phone.