Chapter 1 - Fear
"What in the name of Dende were you thinking!"
"To tell you the truth, Yamcha, I'm not sure." Bulma put the phone against her other ear, as she reached for her cup of coffee, "Believe me, I regret this a lot more than you do."
"I can imagine! Can you even begin to comprehend how many millions of people he's murdered? How many times he turned on his own men for amusement? He's crazy! Bulma you need to get him out of your house!"
"Yamcha! This isn't helping any! I can't just throw him out after I invited him to stay - he'd probably blow me up for it!"
Yamcha sighed on the other end of the line. "Just be careful around him, okay?"
Bulma let a weary smile escape her lips at her boyfriend's concern. "Don't worry. I will."
"But I do worry, Bulma. I know how Vegeta is. He's very proud and still thinks of himself as a prince." He hesitated before continuing, "...and I know how you are."
"I can just picture you letting that mouth of yours run away and saying the wrong thing to him and...Bulma just be extra careful around him, alright?"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Alright. But don't worry, once I get the new gravity room built, I'll hardly ever see him. The only reason he talks to me is to tell me to hurry up with building it. Once it's finished, he'll probably only come out for food and sleep."
"Yeah, I know...but still, be careful."
"I will, Yamcha."
With that, they both hung up. Bulma turned back to face the papers in front of her. She slumped in her chair, exhausted just from thinking about all the work this new gravity machine would take. "I'm gonna need a whole lot of coffee," she mumbled as she made some last minute adjustments to the plans she had drawn up.
She had been up all night making the plans, afraid that if she went to bed, she'd lose her train of thought and have to start over. After she had finished, she went to bed only to be awaken a few hours later from a certain Saiyan Prince demanding she get to work. So here she was, correcting a few minor mistakes she made the night before in her exhausted state. Now for the hard part - turning the drawings on all her papers into an actual object. She sighed again and went to the kitchen to get that pot of coffee.
She let a yawn escape from her as she stretched her arms above her head and entered the kitchen. As she entered the door way, something grabbed her hair and in the next moment, she was thrown against the wall, being held there by her blue locks.
"What do you think you're doing," came a harsh voice.
"I...I..." Startled, Bulma tried to regain her breath and composer, "I just came to get some coffee."
She was then thrown to the ground as pain rushed to her knees as they forcefully crushed against the floor. She yelped in pain and immediately regretted it as a sharp pain ran through her head from her hair being pulled so tightly.
Vegeta stormed to where she was on the ground and glared down at her. Bulma winced and held an arm in front of her face, as if expecting to be hit.
Vegeta smirked. "Hurry up and get that machine made." He said in a low growl that sent a shiver running through the young woman's body.
Keeping her eyes on the ground, she nodded. Vegeta smirked again at the cowarding girl before him. She heard him snicker as he calmly walked out of the house.
As soon as he left, Bulma let out the breath she had been holding and got back on her feet, trying to forget about what just happened. She stared at the doorway he just left through as she muttered, "Stupid baka prince." Then unplugged the coffee pot, grabbed a can of coffee, and some filters and headed back to her lab, where she set up her beverage there. This way she wouldn't have to leave her lab. Vegeta never went in there...or at least he hadn't yet.
Bulma sat at her computer, programing some chips that would be used in the gravity machine. After about an hour of typing, a screen above her flashed and was lowered in front of her. The image of her father apeared.
"Bulma, you there?" her father asked.
"Yeah, dad. Just working on the programming."
"Good. I've got the basic structure built, we just need to add the wiring, chips, and such to it."
Bulma smiled. "Thanks, dad. I really appreciate it. I'm so exhausted and Mr. Royal-Pain-In-the-Rear-end-you'll-do-whatever-I-say-cause-I'm-the-prince-of-a-dead-race won't let me out of my lab until I've finished the gravity room."
"Well, you're gonna have to leave the lab to work on it."
"You know what I mean."
"Yes. He seems to give you a harder time than the rest of us - although I think your mother annoys him the most."
Bulma giggled, "Well, I'd be annoyed to if she was flirting with me."
"Well, I'd be really worried if she was flirting with you!" her father joked.
"You know what I meant!"
Her father chuckled. Bulma sighed. For a moment, she had been released from the hell she was going through to put this machine into motion. Now it was time to get back to work - the sooner it got done, the better.
"I'm going to finish this program for the GR, then I'll be right out to help install everything."
"Alright, dear. Don't work too hard."
Bulma rolled her eyes, "Yeah, whatever."
Her father chuckled one last time before hanging up. Bulma yawned and slowly closed her eyes, the sleepness night catching up to her. She forced her eyes back open and turned back to her computer.
She cracked her knuckles before continuing the large amount of typing. "Maybe I'll be better off if I just let the androids kill me," she stated sarcasticly as her head began to whirl once again from work overload.