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Bulma x Vegeta Fic

Chapter 14
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Bulma had hatched a plan in the middle of the night and had begun to work on plans. When the sun came up, she felt as if she had sand in her eyes. She needed coffee. She got up, rolling up the plans, before tucking them under a loose floor board. She moved outside of her room to be met by the mass of muscle that was Vegeta. She didn't feel in the mood to put up with him, but the plan made it all the easier to. She gave her a cheeky smile. "Starting to watch me already huh?" She asked the cold black eyes.

"I warned you." He said. "Now you are up, you will rebuild the gravity room." His arms were across his chest, demanding her time.

Ordinarily, this wouldn't have gone over well with her. He was demanding her time to rebuild something he had rigged to blow up. Now Bulma was sleep deprived and was only slightly in a good mood and he stomped it with one motion. She turned on her heal and stomped down the hall. "Don't press your luck." She spat. "Maybe I'll just rig it to blow like you did." She stormed down the hall, away from the obnoxious man. Any feelings she had had for him, were put on the back burner. He was a prick, and she was going to show him how wrong he was.

To her distaste, he followed her down the hallway. "Don't you have anything better to do?" She asked irritated as she began to fill the coffee pot with water.

"Not until the gravity room is finished." He said with a slight smirk. "I keep my word, and you will be under my constant watch."

That made things difficult. If he was constantly around, she wasn't going to be able to do anything. Then it hit her. "Well I'm going to see Goku today, so I'm sure you are more than welcomed to come along. Goku likes you around, I'm sure he'll be excited to see you." She was smug when she saw Vegeta's reflected grimace in the pot. She held in the urge to dance as he whipped around and stomped out of the room. It was perfect!

After she had gotten some coffee, she ran up to her room, changed and grabbed the plans from the floor. She tucked them in her bag before she paused. That was too easy. She pulled them back out and changed her short skirt to longer pants. She pulled a pant leg up and wrapped the plans around her leg, taping them so that they would stay. She pulled down the pant leg and looked in the mirror. Completely hidden from prying eye. She picked up her bag and slung over her shoulder before heading out.

Vegeta stopped her as she got to the front door. She felt her heart begin to pound as he ripped her bag from her. "I'm not a prisoner." She snapped as he began to dig through her bag. She grabbed at it, but only succeeded in ripping the handle from the bad. She let out a frustrated sound. "Fine, keep it, I'm sure it matches your shoes." She huffed before turning towards the door. "Just know you owe me a new purse."

Climbing in, she turned the machine on that lifted up into the air. She could feel her hands shaking, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing it affect her. It wasn't until she was a good distance away that she let out a scream, smacking the dash which only resulted in making her hand throb. She would get him.

When she arrived at the hospital, she was told that Goku had moved rooms. He was recovering quickly and it amazed everyone at the hospital. Though he was a sayian, after seeing what he could do and still stand, getting better after a blast wasn't all that impressive. She made her way up to the new room where he sat, talking animatedly to his son Gohan. They both looked over as she entered and smiled. "Well." She said brightly, "You're looking better."

Goku's smile faltered a bit when he got a look at Bulma, "I would tell you the same, but you look like you've been up all night."

Bulma felt her face twitch. "I came to ask you something. Well, actually more to do something than anything else, but I need your help all the same."

Goku's head tipped like a confused puppy. "Help with what?"

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Bulma had fussed with Goku for hours. Taking off to steal supplies from closets around the hospital every so often before she returned to the hospital bedroom. Goku was a wimp and wouldn't let her get close to him with a needle, so she began working on a different approach. She had started working on a spray that Goku could simply inhale which would better in her scheme.

At first Goku was hesitant, but after some pleading and threatening, he gave into her idea. After all, it could be an interesting training opportunity. The idea was to compose a formula that could temporarily obstruct a sayian's power. In other words, make a sayian into a human. Bulma needed Goku for tests, she doubted that Vegeta would stand for her spraying things in his face and watching him to see the results.

Goku pointed out to her, that it might affect Vegeta differently than it would him because of the different training styles. Goku had been raised human, therefore trained like one. Vegeta had been raised as a sayian. Having the powers suddenly blocked without knowing how to dig into the natural powers would affect him more than it would Goku. That was all fine and dandy in Bulma's opinion.

She had found different chemicals that made Goku tired, and his body ache. A different mixture caused Goku's yellow hair flicker slightly. That was a bonus, but before she could try anything else, Chichi came into the room, ranting about something. It was too much for Bulma to handle and she felt bad trying all the different stuff on Goku while he was in the hospital. With a wave goodbye, she headed back home.

Vegeta's day was less eventful. He had spent the morning in smug arrogance at having irritated the human woman, but it didn't last long. He had returned to the smoldering wreck of his training area. When he actually thought about it, the idea of hurting the person who tampered with his things was a fleeting joy. He was now without a training facility that would live up to what he needed.

There was no way that he was going to go to the woman and demand that she rebuild what he destroyed, she would probably demand that he apologize. He could act the whole thing in his head. She would rant and rave until she got her way. But he was a prince and he would rather take a watery grave than let her have the satisfaction of winning. So he went to the old man instead. It took Vegeta only a few minutes to frighten the man into building what he needed, but he had to construct it from scratch… again. This left him with time on his hands and not much to do on the stupid planet besides sit.

He was doing just that on the roof when he saw the woman's pod coming closer. She had been out for a large amount of the day after not sleeping. He knew this because he could hear her damn pen scratching all night. He had gone through her room, looking for whatever the hell she had been working on. That had been his intentions that morning when he ripped her bag. She didn't have it, so logically it would be in her room. However, he had little success. He watched her climb out and pull out a few bags. They had a sterile smell to it. What was she up to?

Description
Bulma x Vegeta Fic

Chapter 14
~~~~~~~~~

Bulma had hatched a plan in the middle of the night and had begun to work on plans. When the sun came up, she felt as if she had sand in her eyes. She needed coffee. She got up, rolling up the plans, before tucking them under a loose floor board. She moved outside of her room to be met by the mass of muscle that was Vegeta. She didn't feel in the mood to put up with him, but the plan made it all the easier to. She gave her a cheeky smile. "Starting to watch me already huh?" She asked the cold black eyes.

"I warned you." He said. "Now you are up, you will rebuild the gravity room." His arms were across his chest, demanding her time.

Ordinarily, this wouldn't have gone over well with her. He was demanding her time to rebuild something he had rigged to blow up. Now Bulma was sleep deprived and was only slightly in a good mood and he stomped it with one motion. She turned on her heal and stomped down the hall. "Don't press your luck." She spat. "Maybe I'll just rig it to blow like you did." She stormed down the hall, away from the obnoxious man. Any feelings she had had for him, were put on the back burner. He was a prick, and she was going to show him how wrong he was.

To her distaste, he followed her down the hallway. "Don't you have anything better to do?" She asked irritated as she began to fill the coffee pot with water.

"Not until the gravity room is finished." He said with a slight smirk. "I keep my word, and you will be under my constant watch."

That made things difficult. If he was constantly around, she wasn't going to be able to do anything. Then it hit her. "Well I'm going to see Goku today, so I'm sure you are more than welcomed to come along. Goku likes you around, I'm sure he'll be excited to see you." She was smug when she saw Vegeta's reflected grimace in the pot. She held in the urge to dance as he whipped around and stomped out of the room. It was perfect!

After she had gotten some coffee, she ran up to her room, changed and grabbed the plans from the floor. She tucked them in her bag before she paused. That was too easy. She pulled them back out and changed her short skirt to longer pants. She pulled a pant leg up and wrapped the plans around her leg, taping them so that they would stay. She pulled down the pant leg and looked in the mirror. Completely hidden from prying eye. She picked up her bag and slung over her shoulder before heading out.

Vegeta stopped her as she got to the front door. She felt her heart begin to pound as he ripped her bag from her. "I'm not a prisoner." She snapped as he began to dig through her bag. She grabbed at it, but only succeeded in ripping the handle from the bad. She let out a frustrated sound. "Fine, keep it, I'm sure it matches your shoes." She huffed before turning towards the door. "Just know you owe me a new purse."

Climbing in, she turned the machine on that lifted up into the air. She could feel her hands shaking, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing it affect her. It wasn't until she was a good distance away that she let out a scream, smacking the dash which only resulted in making her hand throb. She would get him.

When she arrived at the hospital, she was told that Goku had moved rooms. He was recovering quickly and it amazed everyone at the hospital. Though he was a sayian, after seeing what he could do and still stand, getting better after a blast wasn't all that impressive. She made her way up to the new room where he sat, talking animatedly to his son Gohan. They both looked over as she entered and smiled. "Well." She said brightly, "You're looking better."

Goku's smile faltered a bit when he got a look at Bulma, "I would tell you the same, but you look like you've been up all night."

Bulma felt her face twitch. "I came to ask you something. Well, actually more to do something than anything else, but I need your help all the same."

Goku's head tipped like a confused puppy. "Help with what?"

~~~~~~~

Bulma had fussed with Goku for hours. Taking off to steal supplies from closets around the hospital every so often before she returned to the hospital bedroom. Goku was a wimp and wouldn't let her get close to him with a needle, so she began working on a different approach. She had started working on a spray that Goku could simply inhale which would better in her scheme.

At first Goku was hesitant, but after some pleading and threatening, he gave into her idea. After all, it could be an interesting training opportunity. The idea was to compose a formula that could temporarily obstruct a sayian's power. In other words, make a sayian into a human. Bulma needed Goku for tests, she doubted that Vegeta would stand for her spraying things in his face and watching him to see the results.

Goku pointed out to her, that it might affect Vegeta differently than it would him because of the different training styles. Goku had been raised human, therefore trained like one. Vegeta had been raised as a sayian. Having the powers suddenly blocked without knowing how to dig into the natural powers would affect him more than it would Goku. That was all fine and dandy in Bulma's opinion.

She had found different chemicals that made Goku tired, and his body ache. A different mixture caused Goku's yellow hair flicker slightly. That was a bonus, but before she could try anything else, Chichi came into the room, ranting about something. It was too much for Bulma to handle and she felt bad trying all the different stuff on Goku while he was in the hospital. With a wave goodbye, she headed back home.

Vegeta's day was less eventful. He had spent the morning in smug arrogance at having irritated the human woman, but it didn't last long. He had returned to the smoldering wreck of his training area. When he actually thought about it, the idea of hurting the person who tampered with his things was a fleeting joy. He was now without a training facility that would live up to what he needed.

There was no way that he was going to go to the woman and demand that she rebuild what he destroyed, she would probably demand that he apologize. He could act the whole thing in his head. She would rant and rave until she got her way. But he was a prince and he would rather take a watery grave than let her have the satisfaction of winning. So he went to the old man instead. It took Vegeta only a few minutes to frighten the man into building what he needed, but he had to construct it from scratch… again. This left him with time on his hands and not much to do on the stupid planet besides sit.

He was doing just that on the roof when he saw the woman's pod coming closer. She had been out for a large amount of the day after not sleeping. He knew this because he could hear her damn pen scratching all night. He had gone through her room, looking for whatever the hell she had been working on. That had been his intentions that morning when he ripped her bag. She didn't have it, so logically it would be in her room. However, he had little success. He watched her climb out and pull out a few bags. They had a sterile smell to it. What was she up to?