Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Flashback Part VIII ( Chapter 12 )

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*~*~Chapter 13 Flashback Part VIII~*~*

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Bulma looked down at her latest creation. She had long since finished the weapon Freeza had asked her to build. This new one would far surpass it.

To be completely honest the last three weeks had been pretty boring. She never thought her life would be less exciting without Vegeta annoying her. As much as she refused to admit it she did miss him. Maybe it was her or the stupid bond influencing her emotions.

How the hell did the Saiyans ever live through bonding without going crazy. Or was it just the fact she wasn't Saiyan. Of course with them they knew exactly what they would have been getting themselves into, as well as the fact that they most probably loved each other enough to do it in the first place. It sort of wondered her if Vegeta was missing her the same way she missed him.

Bulma shuddered. Most probably not, with all the killing and raping that he was doing he most probably wouldn't give a shit about her. He'd be too busy fucking some alien before he killed her. He wouldn't give a damn about the fact she was bored shitless. Never before had she been bored while working with machines. There had always been so much about them that had kept her entertained, before now she had thought that it would have been physically impossible to loose interest.

Bulma sighed, if he didn't come back soon she swore she'd die of boredom. If it wasn't happening to her at that very moment she would never have thought she'd miss someone annoying the hell out of her.

"Is that little thing down there supposed to be better than your last pathetic invention?"

Bulma turned to see that Brolly had entered the room. She gritted her teeth, no matter what, she knew that she could never miss Brolly's insults. "I thought I told you to leave."

Brolly shook his head. "But I just love working with you."

Bulma scoffed. "All you like to do is take advantage of my short temper," she bent over and began tightening a screw.

Brolly clapped. "Got it in one, you truly are a genius Miss Briefs."

Bulma turned and gave him an evil stare. "Fuck off."

Brolly's smirk widened. "Or will it always be Miss Briefs, are you planning on changing your name to Mrs Vegeta? You could have a little wedding, I'm sure Freeza would love to attend."

She dropped the spanner in her hand. The sound of metal against metal echoed through the room. "I bet you think your very funny don't you?"

Brolly leaned up against the wall and sighed. "Here you are slaving away, missing him, and his ships already arrived."

Bulma's eyes widened, she was completely unaware that the purge had returned. Maybe it was because she had been so engrossed in her work that she had shunted out what was going on around her. "Whatever."

Brolly saw the way she had paused as he told her Vegeta had returned. "Aren't you going to go down there to see him, go off and give him a kiss."

She picked up the spanner and clenched it in her fist. "I should really, really make Vegeta be done with you. Would you be laughing as your blasted into the next dimension."

Brolly scoffed. "Now your the one without the evidence to make him kill me."

Bulma smirked evilly. "Vegeta thinks less of you then you assume, anyway he'd do it if I ask him."

The smirk off Brolly's face disappeared. "You'll see that I'm very talented in the art of survival," he turned and left the room.

Bulma smiled. Ha, Brolly was always the one to get to her, now she'd won for once. She could see that he had known her words were true, Vegeta would kill for her. And to add to that she was pretty sure that Vegeta didn't trust Brolly. She had never once seen him talk to the bastard Saiyan. She didn't know everything about Vegeta, but she did know her mate refused to socialise with anyone he didn't like or trust.

Bulma smiled, so Vegeta was finally back. She never expected that she'd be happy from just hearing those two words. Maybe being away from him had sort of morphed her hate for him. She had after all spent the last few weeks dreaming about him. Sort of sexual touchy feely dreams she gained pleasure from. It was as if she had spent the entire time just longing to feel his soft touch once more. To yet again hear his deep seductive voice.

She placed her spanner down and left the room. It wouldn't hurt to see him.

No one would question her being there. As a child she had come down to the hanger often to see Zarbon arrive. She still did whenever she had the time.

To add to that when ever a ship came in bashed, she was usually called forth to fix it. Sure the engineers were good at repairs, but there wasn't one person she knew of that could top her skill. After all, she had devoted her life to science and technology.

Bulma walked out onto one of the many platforms that over looked the hanger. She scanned the room for the ship Vegeta had been on. Before it had left she had done some modifications to it. As her eyes fell on it her breath instantly became caught in her throat.

There was only one word to really describe it, and that was bashed. Bulma could usually tell how close the fight had been by the amount of damage inflicted a pone the ship. And by the look of this one it must have been very close. Scorch marks covered the hull, and the entire exterior was covered in dents. She knew it could take days just to remove them.

Her eyes instantly flicked down to the soldiers grouped outside. Some injured or bruised, there wasn't one who was in perfect health. She examined them all desperately, looking for Vegeta. He was not among them.

Bulma turned and ran down towards the med bay. The whole time preying he wasn't hurt.

Bulma looked at Vegeta's unconscious injured body lying in the bed. Like the ship he was bashed. As if almost every bone in his body was broken. She could feel herself trembling. "Vegeta," she whispered. "What has happened to you?"

She bit her lower lip. She could swear she was almost to the point of whimpering, but she would never go so far as to cry over him.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears. Bulma immediately moved away from Vegeta's bed, and pretended to be interested in the injures of the soldier next to him.

"What a pleasant surprise Bulma," Bulma turned around to see Zarbon.

She smiled and tried to act as if the injuries of the Saiyan behind her meant nothing to her "Zarbon how was the trip?" She asked.

Zarbon adjusted his glove. It was obvious that he had just come out of the rejuvenation tank. He sighed "We won. It was close though, we lost three quarters of our men."

"God," swore Bulma. Her eyes flicked over to Vegeta. "What happened to him," she tried not to sound the slightest bit concerned.

Zarbon looked at Vegeta and snarled. "Typical Vegeta, goes in without any back up, unfortunately he didn't get himself killed."

Bulma examined Vegeta's body again. "It must have been pretty close."

Zarbon nodded. "We all almost died."

Three of Freeza's doctors entered the room. They stoped by Vegeta's bed, and looked to Zarbon. "This one to the tanks next?"

Zarbon gritted his teeth. "Leave him, take him to his room. Freeza doesn't need him at the moment, why waste precious fluid on him."

The doctors nodded and began to wheel his bed out of the ward.

Bulma looked to Zarbon. "Don't you think that's a bit harsh."

Zarbon began walking out of the ward in the opposite direction. "Since when do you care?'

Bulma watched as the doctors took Vegeta's bed out of the ward. Her looked turned to concern. How long would it take for him to get better anyway.

Bulma sighed as she looked down at Vegeta's broken body. Stupid Vegeta going in without any help. The typical Saiyan thing to do. She wasn't the expert on Saiyan's, but he was behaving in every single description of them.

She sat down on the bed next to him and stared at his face. He had been brought to his room a couple of hours ago, Bulma had only just snuck in. She honestly didn't want to be seen within ten feet of him. The less Freeza's men saw the less they would suspect.

Zarbon knew very well that he could die if he was left alone in the state he was in. It was probably what he was hoping for. Zarbon didn't try to hide the fact that he had hated Vegeta ever since the prince was young. She couldn't blame him, kid Vegeta must have been twice as annoying as he was now. Bulma smirked as she imagined a little version of Vegeta running around raving on about how he was going to kill Freeza.

She ran her hand over his face. It must have hurt so much to have his home destroyed. She herself had never felt the trauma of losing everything she held dear. She could never begin to understand what he had gone through. And to be honest she didn't care if she never did.

She closed her eyes and questioned her reason for being here. As Vegeta had said, if he dies she dies. That was the reason she had come to check if he was ok. But at the same time she just wanted to be close to him. To hear his voice and have him insult her.

For the first time in Bulma's life she could swear she could feel something in her cold heart when ever she was with him. The feeling was alien to her, completely unknown. Could it be love? …..No she was incapable of feeling that way.

She slowly felt her eye lids start to droop. She had been too busy to get enough sleep lately. Bulma lay on the bed next to him and slowly let herself doze off.

Happiness, that was all she could feel. As if everyday was a trip to an amusement park. Every day she learnt something new, never having to do the same thing two days in a row.

Bulma looked up at the people that loomed over her. All almost three times her size. It was impossible for her to see their faces from her eye level. It terrified her how much bigger they were than her. They were giants and she was nothing more than a mere small child.

She looked up to see someone was holding her hand. For some reason she felt safe with them. As if she would trust her life to this one person. It was as if all the giant's around her seemed like nothing. The person began to utter words to her. She understood, yet couldn't tell what they were saying. There was something about their voice alone that gave her protection.

Then slowly, she felt her hand slip away from theirs. And before she knew it she was all alone. Alone and afraid in a world that was so much different to what she was used to.

Bulma collapsed on the ground and cried out. She didn't know who she was crying for, she just cried. Yelling names she didn't know. All she wanted was for them to come back and hold her hand once more. But no matter how much she cried she was still alone.

"Mom….. daddy."

Vegeta opened his eyes to see Bulma face to face with him, uttering the same words over and over again. He squinted to see that real tears were running down her face, finally coming to an end when they landed on the pillow she was lying on.

He was generally shocked, never before had he seen this side of Bulma. He had always thought of her as a strong willed cold hearted woman. And yet here she was crying for her parents as if she was nothing more than a small child. He knew it was something she wouldn't be seen dead doing.

He felt as if he should be smirking, planning how to torment her when she woke up. But he didn't, for once in his life he felt a small twinge of concern. As if he was slightly worried about the poor woman. It was almost as if he cared. Vegeta shook his head. No, Vegeta prince of the Saiyans dose not care about the welfare of others.

He attempted to get up but found he couldn't. He looked down at his body and swore. The memories of his beating came flooding back. Damn Zarbon, he was probably the one who had denied him access to the rejuvenation tanks. He had done it before, always hoping that Vegeta wouldn't live without medical treatment. It was always a disappointment to the green skinned fag when ever he made a full recovery. Thank god he healed quick.

He looked at Bulma. What the hell was she doing here? Vegeta almost couldn't believe that she was actually concerned about him. Here he was thinking that she forever hated him. But obviously that wasn't entirely true. Maybe he was wrong and she did feel something for him. Even if it was very small.

"Mother…..Father," the tone of her voice rose slightly, almost crying out.

Vegeta sighed. Only two weeks ago she was telling him how she couldn't remember a thing about her past. And here she was now crying out her parent's names. Maybe she could remember more then she claimed.

He tilled his head away from her. He'd have to ask her when she woke up.

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I'm trying to get these flashback scenes done as soon as possible, I want to get back to the present time eight years later. But the thing is I have to build some sort of relationship between Bulma and Vegeta, god damn it. The story would be pretty empty if it just went from hate to love with nothing in between.

I'm trying to keep this story as interesting as possible, trust me you take story writing for granted till you have to write one yourself.

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