Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Stranger ❯ The Gravity Room ( Chapter 3 )

The Stranger

By Jody

Kind of fic: Romance /Alternate Universe / Suspense / Angst

Pairing: Vegata/Bulma

Rating: R

Warnings: Suggestive language, angst

Disclaimer: I not own Dragonball Z or any it's characters.

Background: This fic takes place in the eighteen century in England. Vegeta is a very rich gentleman who moves into the countryside in which Bulma resides with her mother and father. Because of his wealth he is simultaneously welcomed into the elite social circle in the society with Bulma.

Summery of Chapter: Another meeting occurs between Bulma and Vegeta.

Chapter 3

The Gravity Room

I had lain in my bed tucked away under the many blankets that had been keeping me warm for those past few days. I had still to enjoy the good night's sleep I dreadfully needed. I had stayed up until early that morning going over the system records and programming charts of the gravity room but I still could not find the solution to the problem that was plaguing me for the past few days.

The gravity room just would not stop malfunctioning. After the gravity reached three hundred times earth's gravity the room would just shut down itself automatically. That was only supposed to happen in the cases where the computer sensors picked up someone's body heat where the gravity was being altered or when the door was to be opened for someone to enter otherwise this was not supposed to happen.

If father and mother did not go to the seminar in London, father would have been able to help me with my little problem but he was a guest speaker there and could not give up the chance to meet potential clients as well as old ones. He was not to be home until the end of that week, a few days after the seminar itself had ended. This was due to the fact that mother had wanted some quality time alone with father for sometime now and had not gotten the opportunity to do so before. Naturally, she took advantage of it when she got the chance.

They enjoyed themselves immensely during those days. Mother went shopping all day for clothes and other things we might have needed at home while father attended the seminar but afterwards they had quality time alone with each other that was not only long awaited but also well deserved. Father had been busy with the expansion of Machine Corp., a company that made machinery for hospitals, factories etc. and were increasing they production for this new company that was just starting and needed machines to be made especially for their own unique uses.

After I spent hours lying in bed, trying to sleep, rest still did not engulf my body completely. I would fall asleep for a little while, then I would wake up and then fall asleep again. This lasted until I finally dragged myself out of bed at about nine o' clock in the morning and went for some breakfast that was already out on the table. I ate quickly and then headed for the gravity room with only a small umbrella in hand to keep me out of the rain.

When I reached there I changed into clothing that was more comfortable. The dresses, which I had to wear around the house for appearances sake, was not suitable for working on either heavy or light machinery. The loose fitting shirts and pants that I kept in the closest at the back of the gravity room was much more suitable than a dress. All that had to be done other than putting it on was to tuck to the shirt into the pants and roll up the sleeves so as not to let these items of clothing get in my way like a dress would.

After changing I went straight to work. I wanted to find the where the problem was based, solve it and then find a way to improve the height at which the gravity room gravity could go. I wanted to reach at least six hundred time's earth gravity. At that level anything could be easily compressed.

Later that evening I heard voices approaching the gravity room. I couldn't hear what they were saying at first, all I heard was a few mumblings and grunts, but as they came closer I could hear pieces of their conversation.

" This way sir," a meek voice said. It sounded like Maria. She was one of the maids who could always be found in her room or in the gardens picking flowers for the house. She didn't socialize with the other servants, as much as took orders from them and answering the door was an annual event for her.

" Is this it?" a deeper and very masculine voice said. I knew instantly it was Vegeta's but the question why he was here remained unanswered until he entered the gravity room and spurted out his hollow words around the place.

" Yes sir this is it."

" Oh."

" Wait here sir," she said before knocking on the door. I waited for a minute or two before answering it, not wanting them to know I was listening the whole time.

" Madam, Mister Vegeta is here to see you," she stuttered out while she staring at my outfit. I could tell she did not expect to see me in this attire but then again I doubt she was perceptive enough to notice that I was an inventor. It took her sometime to get herself together becoming once again almost expressionless. She said nothing; she just curtsied and then left leaving a smirking Vegeta behind her.

" Wonderful clothes woman. You should wear them more often," he said as he cocked his head to the left a little, " yes it accentuates your only good qualities," he said as he continued to stare.

A cool breeze then passed us and enjoying the feel of it took presidence over what Vegeta was saying. There had only been the still heavy rainfall that fell for the pass few days no wind accompanied it but then again I soon realized no rain was falling at the moment. If it was raining Vegeta and Maria would not have spent that much time speaking to each other, they would have concentrated on keeping themselves dry.

" Woman, are you going to just stand there all day or are you going to go inside," Vegeta almost shouted alerting me of his presence again, " I can't believe a woman like you would rather chill to the bone to get a man than keep your own health," he said pointing toward my chest before brushing pass me.

I looked down to see that my breasts were somewhat visible through my shirt. I clutched unto my shirt tightly, covering them quickly, as if hiding them from his view. He was already inside the gravity room looking around. He did not notice my attempts to keep my modesty in tack. It didn't matter to him. He did not care whether I was naked, fully dressed in man's attire or in a huge ballroom dress, I still did not appeal to him on any level not even on a purely physical one. I closed the door and headed towards the bastard.

" Vegeta why are you here?" I asked but he did not hear, he was ignoring me. " Vegeta I don't have time to waste tell me why you are here or leave."

He then turned around to face me, his disposure no longer calm and collected as before. " I don't think you should be ordering me around on my own property, woman. It is you who should not waste my time. I suggest you be quiet and show me around here or leave."

I took deep breathes in a failed attempt to keep myself calm and not shout at Vegeta but as he started to tap his feet impatiently at me I lost control.

" Vegeta leave. You don't own this place my father does and he wouldn't sell it to you because it still needs some work. Also if my father sold it to you I can assure you he would have let me know before you barged into here."

" Woman, I am not here to explain your family problems I am here to calm what is mine. Your father sold it to me and told me to give you this," he said before reaching into his pocket and handing the letter to Bulma.

I grabbed and read. It confirmed what Vegeta had so arrogantly said, father did sell it to him and at a good price. The gravity room was to be dismantled and taken to Vegeta's mansion before he returned. He wanted me to start working on other projects and not to circle my life around this one machine when there were so many other machines that I should have been working on. He left his signature at the bottom of the letter in the case I thought Vegeta had forged the letter.

" Are you done yet or do you need help reading," he said impatiently. I had not noticed until then that he was right behind me, tapping his shoes on the cold stone floor. I had blocked him out completely.

I felt tired then, I wanted to go my room, throw myself down on the bed and sleep. I did not want to have to show Vegeta around the place but it had to me done. I turned around to meet his gaze, nodded and started to show him around.

I showed him the small room, which allowed the gravity to be altered in the large circular room opposite to it, the remote we used to control it by hand as well as the control panels that also served that purpose. We also viewed the closets, bathrooms and changing areas etc. He nodded his head when he wanted to leave a certain place allowing us to go another. He seemed interested in how the machine worked. Whether or not the gravity could be controlled without the remote was a question he insisted on getting an answer and demonstration from. He behaved himself like a gentleman until it came to the time he wanted an explanation for some features of the room.

" What do you mean the sensors will not keep the machine going if it senses someone's body heat in the room?"

" Exactly what you just said."

" Then why the hell can you change the gravity from the actual machine."

" That is cases where the remote is not working and a robot as to go inside and turn off the machine."

" I want that altered," he paused, " the door one can stay but that has got to go."

" Why?"

" I have my reasons. I don't want your silly precautions to get in my way of using the machine how I see fit."

" And how is that."

" That is not your concern," he growled.

I don't see why he was being so stubborn. It needed to be this way to ensure the safety of all whosoever used it. If he was using it for compression or anything like that there was no need to give up this precaution after all it was for the compression of metal why this machine was made. If this command was not made many people could lose their lives since solids are incompressible at earth's gravity and humans can't handle gravity over earth's own.

" Is it only for you or are you going to let people endanger their lives also." I asked softly.

I needed an answer before I made my decision. Even though it was his machine I was not going to put anyone's life in danger for money that could always be earned another way.

" It is for my use only, woman, no one else's."

" Okay then I will do it but you have to promise me no one else will get hurt. I want my conscience to be cleared in the case anything goes wrong. You are the one who will have theirs to bother them. "

He chuckled loudly at my last statement; his chest rumbling with laughter while his eyes sparkled with glee. He no longer seemed like the bitter man I knew him as that constantly wore a scowl but a man who knew the joys of life and lived life to experience it. But when the laughter faded away he became the Vegeta I knew again, bitter and ill bred.

" You have my word."

I believed him for some strange reason. It was probably due to the sincere look in his dark eyes. I shrugged. This was not what I expected, I expected a threat of some kind but not this.

" You can expect your machine in a few days' time." By then I was sure I would have finished working on the changes I had to made and fix what was wrong with it at the moment.

" Why so long."

" The machine needs work to be done on it and contrary to what you might think Vegeta it takes time to dismantle this structure."

He said nothing. He just nodded. By the expression on his face I could tell he was thinking about something seriously, he seemed to be deeply embedded in his thoughts. I had learnt from our previous meeting not to bother Vegeta when he was like this, he would bit your head off and insult you simultaneously. I did not feel like a fight so I just waited for him to come back to reality and out of his own but even after he came out of his trance he could not come out of the world he created for himself, where all beings were lower than himself.

" I have to go. I will be expecting this very soon," he said as he pointed to the floor. "Please don't take forever to get it there you have already delayed my plans." And with that he spun around on his heels and left me to try and figure out the problem again.