Chapter 15
It was her day off and again she was studying, trying to catch up with everything she had missed out while being a slave. Bulma, didn’t want to boast too much to herself, but she felt like a duck on water with the things she was learning, each page of information seemingly getting easier to understand. Her old capsule still sat, collecting dust, on the low raise table. She had ignored it since she arrived here, other things had been more important. She glanced at it for a moment, then back to her screen. Learning as much as she could and working in her secret lab besides her regular work had kept her busy, very busy. And Bulma heard the news, the whole building was buzzing with it. Prince Vegeta had returned from Freeza and was now going to take over the whole division. The old council member who used to oversee the division would be positioned to a new post somewhere else for the time being. Other then that, Bulma knew nothing else. The word that Vegeta had come back, though, had caused her to slow her pace down. He had returned about three days ago, and once Bulma heard, she felt relieved. It had felt like a tight grip had released her, allowing her to breathe, she didn’t want Vegeta to die and the fact that he was here meant he was alive. And she wanted to see him again.
It was odd for her to admit that, but hearing about his return caused her to acknowledge one thing, she cared for the Saiya-jin. He was like her in some way and having accepted a part of him, she felt herself caring for the Prince in a way she never thought she would allow herself to feel…again. He was still that nameless friend, somewhere beneath his princely title. Though Bulma wouldn’t dwell on that, she was upset at him as well. He had returned three days ago but he still had not seen her. She had expected him to fly right to her and demand updates on her progress.
She had finished with some capsule healing items, that she used to create poisons for Vegeta-sei. A useless poison she had the antidote to, if the Cold empire used this new poison against the rebellion, it would useless. A deceitful little thing. Another thing she created was an updated scouter, built with a scanner that could detect false ki levels. Using that technology, she created for Vegeta-sei and the cold empire, a device to create false ki levels. If they used it, the rebellion would see right through it. Those were inventions were things she learned about from her studies and had never been built due to lack of certain formulas, formulas that Bulma easily created. Both of the empires were too proud to use false ki levels, but her formulas did open the way for other technology. But as she created more things for the rebellion, Bulma began to worry. Not about herself, or the rebellion, but about Vegeta. That worry sidetracked her, and so while worrying about Vegeta, she started creating ideas on how to make him stronger. She didn’t want him in another situation that would make him say or do the things he did the last time they met.
She could still see the look in Vegeta’s eyes, like it was their last goodbye, and the kiss that seemed to have stayed fresh on her lips. For him to feel like that must mean something awful was nearing him, something he could not defeat. She didn’t want him to be in that situation. The beatings she got from Chili, the torture, the knowledge she was powerless to do anything about it, it ate at her spirit. It must eat at Vegeta’s as well. Bulma didn’t want Vegeta to feel what she had felt many times before. If only he would see her, so perhaps she could talk to him and see him again. She wanted to rekindle their old friendship for the sake of what they both had experienced, with Vegeta still experiencing it. It would be a friendship that she would miss when she left Vegeta-sei, if he was willing to have one again. Bulma continued studying, hoping that Vegeta would come and see her soon.
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Vegeta woke up from a sleep that felt like death. He wasn’t sure if the last 5 weeks had been real, though he knew better. He was in his suite in the palace, laying on his bed, covered in sheets of fine thread. He didn’t move after opening his eyes, but instead felt content in staring at the canopy, like he has done many times in the past. He must have been in the rejuvenation tank for days. After a few minutes of utter silence and dazedly staring straight ahead, Vegeta sat up. It still took him a few minutes to collect himself. He hadn’t been able to move for most of the time he was on Freeza’s ship. Now he could. Vegeta punched the air, still sitting in bed. His punch cut through the air faster then he has ever been able to, strong and with out fault, slicing the air with grace and precession. Vegeta felt strong, unbelievably strong. He looked at his hands, glancing at them in amazement. Unknowingly those two ki-less creatures helped Vegeta become stronger. The Saiya-jin physiology was like that, after ever battle, after every near death experience, they grow stronger. Now Vegeta could feel himself close to becoming Legendary, perhaps he was even Legendary now. Throwing the sheets aside, he got up out of bed.
After dressing, he went as fast as he could to the his training room. He didn’t want to stop feeling strong, but he wanted to make himself even stronger. Nothing graced his mind except his power and his new found strength. The world become filled with red as he stepped into his training room and proceeded to rip the place apart. His hate, his anger. The fact that he was so overpowered and humiliated consumed. He wanted to be stronger, he wanted revenge. Those two did as they pleased, they were trash compared to him, he is the Prince of the Saiya-jin’s, not some weak doll someone could toss around.
The room began to crack and rumble with not only his force, but his emotions as well. It was a blow to his pride, Freeza had sold him over to those abominations, and he had been weak to stop it. He couldn’t let ki-less creatures surpass him, he wouldn’t let someone else be stronger then him. He took to the air and let a series of ki balls loose from his palm, filling the room with smoke and debris. Vegeta didn’t want to stop, he couldn’t stop, sweating and tired from the massive training he was putting himself through after recovering, he screamed with all his frustrations. He would never return to Freeza, he would never play that puppet master’s game again. He would leave, soon, and start his journey to end Freeza’s life and those two…things. He wouldn’t let anything stop him, he would use this anger to fuel his energy, to make him stronger, to kill those bastards. Vegeta continued to punch and kick in the air, spinning and completing combos. They would all feel his wrath, he was just as evil as those who spat upon his pride, he would be stronger, he would be Legendary and he would kill them, rip them apart, gut them and send each of their limbs across the universe. Nothing would stop him then, nothing would stop him from destroying the universe after, everyone would feel his pain and have to live in the same agony he felt. Nothing would…
STOP…please!…The faint and familiar voice of those whispers entered his mind. They sounded urgent and shaken. Vegeta stilled himself, reaching out to Bulma in panic. If anyone dared hurt her, he wouldn’t go easy on them. After allowing himself to sense her, he sensed fear, desperation, sadness, and longing. He knew, it was him. He had caused her to feel this way. Bulma could sense him just as he could sense her, though she still didn’t know about the bond. She felt his anger and it had scared her, his emotions were too intense for her and they attacked her. Not knowing what she could do, she probably called out, desperately trying to make her whispers stop. Vegeta smirked, she was the only one who knew what he felt, the only other that could understand. He needed her, he hadn’t seen her for too long.
He was back, he could see her again. She was the one who helped him survive, she was the one creating things for his rebellion, she was the one that was waiting. Vegeta slowly floated down to the cracked and broken floor. He would see Bulma now, he would take her as his own, she wanted him, deep down he knew that to be true, and he would make her see that. He walked to the door and as it slide open, a servant appeared in front of him. The boy was scared, but composed himself as much as he could. Vegeta stepped through the door, right in front of the boy, waiting for him to make his next move. The boy bowed and Vegeta watched the boy carefully. He was not in a good mood. With his head to the floor, the boy began his message.
“Y-your highness, His Highness, the King, wishes to see you immediately. He informs me to tell you that it is regarding the Science and technology Division and Freeza and it is a most urgent and important m-matter.”
“Hmph.” Vegeta could care less, he didn’t have time to spend wasting away talking to his traitorous father. He began to walk away, leaving the boy on the floor. If the boy was Saiya-jin, Vegeta would have killed him for displaying such weakness, but the boy was alien, it was good he was scared. After he went into the palace, getting ready to fly off to meet with Bulma, he noticed that the day was waning. The coming night, somehow, soothed him. He thought for a moment. His father wanted to see him about the division Bulma worked for and that it now had something to do with Freeza. Perhaps it would be best to talk with his father first, sometimes knowledge of things could give you the winning hand in a fight.
Instead of taking off into the sky, Vegeta turned around and headed for his father’s chambers. Vegeta walked proudly, letting everyone who saw him bow, showing him respect mostly out of fear. Vegeta always thought the palace had one too many servants. His suite had one, just someone to clean and such. But the palace itself had over two hundred and it was something he would change when he became king. Vegeta only needed cooks and cleaning servants, nothing more and nothing less. He opened the doors to his father’s chambers only to see his father in bed with four pleasure slaves. Vegeta sighed, his father also had many pleasure slaves, something he would get rid of completely when he was king. The king looked at him after kissing one of the girl’s back, teasing her slightly. The king was not in a good mood either, but the girls were changing that.
“Vegeta, you should make use of these-”
“Save it father, what did you call me here for?”
The king frowned, his son was all business as usual. “Freeza has sent me word that he wants you to look after the Science and Technology Division as overseer.”
Vegeta then look at his father sharply, “Why? That councilman oversees that division now, why have me, the Prince oversee it?”
“It seems Freeza is interested in our division, he sent me word that he wants you to investigate and watch over the division and see what is now making them so proficient, when before only Freeza‘s science division was that well progressed. We have decided once you come to a conclusion, if it is just one person, we will send that person over to Freeza, if it’s a group, we will negotiate on a new staff.”
Vegeta didn’t like this news, “What?”
“You start tomorrow, Freeza wants your first report in four days.”
A sour taste entered Vegeta’s mouth. “That could be done by someone else.”
“Freeza wants you to do it and a suggest you do it, I don’t want you see you in that state you were in when you landed again, its embarrassing to our house.”
Vegeta then turned his back to his father, the king truly had no idea what was going on. “This is ridiculous. I have training to do.”
The King laughed lightly and one of the girls wrapped her hand around the king’s thigh, “Well Vegeta, I think you were right to promote that slave, I told Freeza that it was most likely her doing, but of course Freeza wants hard proof that it’s just one girl.”
Vegeta went cold then, Bulma was the one, he knew it the moment his father told him about what Freeza wants. And if it was anyone else, they would inform Freeza that it was indeed the blue haired Chikyuu-jin. Now Vegeta had to protect Bulma from Freeza, he had to do it, he had to stay behind and do Freeza’s dirty work, for Bulma’s sake. Making up false paper work would be easy, he would have to do it to hide Bulma from the eyes of Freeza. “…”
The king looked at his son and smirked, “No words? I guess I take it you will do it then.”
Vegeta looked at his father, glaring at him over his shoulder, it would take a lot for Vegeta to call this man father again. His hate for him went above most, almost equal to that of Freeza…but one thing had always galled him, that within his heart, Vegeta still loved that man. If only he could turn off his emotions. Vegeta walked away, silent, again with his father watching him go, no words were needed, the man that was his father didn’t deserve words. He deserved a silent death.
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Vegeta, after leaving his father, took the time to think. Nothing could have helped him escape this situation, things had to be done this way. He would be close to Bulma, but now, she was in danger, something he didn’t like. He felt that she would be safe once she was away from those disgusting barracks, but that wasn’t true, she would never be safe, as long as Freeza was around. Vegeta thought to contact Bardock, but he would wait until after he saw Bulma. It wasn’t as imperative as seeing her, right now. And the night sky, of course, was there, to remind him those nights with Bulma, in a garden, under the light of Vegeta-sei’s stars. Those times, those feelings, they were…important to him. Bulma was important to him. Vegeta took off into the air, flying fast towards Bulma and her chambers. He wanted her close, and he wanted her close to him now. It was such a short distance form the palace to her room, her little sleeping chambers, not fit for a Prince, but fit for a nameless friend.
Vegeta landed softly on her small balcony, which had hardly enough room for him to land properly. Oddly the window was already slightly opened, almost as if it was inviting him in. The wind drew him closer and he stepped into her chambers, quietly, his feet were light, if it wasn’t for the sudden wind entering the room, no one could tell he was there. It was also dark, the lights were out. Looking around he could see Bulma was in bed, under the sheets, with his cape on top of her. Vegeta just stared at her, she was a sight for sore eyes. Looking at her long blue hair that was cascading down the pillows Vegeta noticed she was asleep, he had come too late yet again. Seeing his cape on her almost brought a smile to his lips…almost. Vegeta walked up to her bed side and looked down at the sleeping woman. Here he was yet again. He had come to her wanting her, but she had rejected him before, and now it all seemed like a dream. His desires, her rejections, nothing existed but those nights, those nights they trained, they sat together, they talked together. Now she was in danger, now they were all in danger and he couldn’t protect her or those nights. Slowly he sat down on her bed, putting his face into his hands. He couldn’t have her, not like he wanted.
He would leave soon, to his rebellion and he might not be back for years, he had to oversee this place, he couldn’t be distracted by anything or anybody. If he drew too much attention to them, it could bring Bulma closer to danger and closer to Freeza. And for her sake, all for her sake, he would let her be, she wasn’t ready for him and there would be no future for them, she would leave after Freeza was dead, he had to accept that. It would be best never to hold her, it would be best to let her go and live with that fate. When he was on Freeza’s ship, he vowed to set things straight with her, now his vows were empty, he would not full fill them. His hands became fists, his expression was pained, his love for her must stay within him.
Vegeta heard her sigh and looked at her, she was facing him in her sleep, revealing a little scar on her neck. He leaned closer to her then, just hovering over her form, looking at the face of his one true bonded. The only woman for him, the only one who he would feel like this for. Vegeta then gently touched her neck, caressing the little scar and slowly his hand moved up, to touch her face, but his glove was in the way. He looked at his hand, looking at the hand of the Prince of the Saiya-jins. Vegeta then relaxed his tail, letting it fall behind him and took off his gloves, he wasn’t the Prince here, he was that nameless friend that trained the woman sleeping in the bed before him. The woman he loved utterly. He had to hold her, just one more time. Slowly wrapping his arms around her sleeping form, careful not to wake her or to move her, he held her. He buried his face in her neck and held on to her for dear life, holding onto a dream that would never come true. He laid almost on top of her, keeping his arms around Bulma, not wanting to let her go. The night seemed so cold if he didn’t have his arms around her. Bulma stirred and Vegeta froze.
Barely above a whisper, Bulma exhaled, “Vegeta…”
Surprised she called his name, assuming she was awake he looked at her face and noticed she was still asleep. She had called his name in her sleep. Vegeta closed his eyes and once again lowered his face, but this time he brought his face to hers. Bulma sighed once again in her sleep. Vegeta could feel the warm air from her lungs, the sensation causing him to shiver slightly. Being so close to her, like this, it felt good. Vegeta then kissed her lips, lightly, not evening applying pressure. It was just a moment, but it was moment he needed. Vegeta then buried his face once again in her neck and continued to hold her, wishing morning would never come.
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Bulma woke to the early morning alarm clock hazily, she had never been a morning person but had been forced to wake early since she came to Vegeta-sei. She hit the alarm and moaned a complaint. She continued to lay down with her head in the pillow, knowing she had to get up soon for work. Bulma went to turn to her side when she felt her bed had a swift in weight. Without delay she sat up, as she did so, one of her sleeping gown straps fell down, revealing part of her breast, though she didn’t notice, she was too busy staring at Vegeta, who was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at her. She blinked once then twice. Her thoughts were busy with the emotions going through her, longing, reservation, happiness and hate. She could feel hate coming from Vegeta so strongly, but it did not seem to be directed to her. And he was here, safe, in front of her, though his eyes looked different from before. Bulma couldn’t believe how happy she was to see him.
“Vegeta, You’re back!” Bulma said with a smile and she wanted to hug him, to celebrate his return, but she didn’t, there were too many things between them now.
Vegeta didn’t know what to do, her emotions for him had changed since he was gone, though not exactly as he would want them to. That didn’t matter now, even if her emotions did change the way he wanted them to, it would be best not to act on them, for both their sakes. So instead of reacting to her obvious relief she displayed at his return, he looked to the floor. After her smile faded and confusion set in, Vegeta spoke. “Of course I’m back, what a stupid thing to say, I’m right in front of you.”
Not understanding Vegeta’s odd tone or actions or even his choice of words, Bulma went on her feelings, rather then anything else, “Well, that is obvious, but it wasn’t a stupid remark, it was more of a greeting, if you had any proper communication skills, you would know I was stating that I was happy at your return,” She faced away from him then, her confession that she was happy to see him had made her blush, then she muttered, “I will never understand Saiya-jins.”
Vegeta stood and looked at her, forcing his eyes to become cold. He noticed the strap that had fallen and her slightly showing breast and it caused him to step closer to her, his desires igniting in him once again, he wanted to reach out and touch her, he wanted to reach out and hold her again, but instead he turned away from her, wanting to control his emotions simply by not looking at her. “It would be best that you never understand Saiya-jins and stay away from them, especially me.”
Bulma got out of bed and stood behind Vegeta. She could tell he was trying to be distant, and that was the last thing she wanted, she wanted her companion back, she wanted him close to her again. Perhaps it was too late, perhaps she had destroyed whatever they had when she told Vegeta never to see her again. Perhaps the damage was done. She stepped in front of him, to look into his eyes, to see his face. “Vegeta, you…?”
Vegeta saw the tears forming in her eyes. He disliked emotional displays, he hated them. She was stronger then this. Something then rose within him suddenly, a sense of great lost and regret. He knew those feelings were from Bulma and it was what he wanted, for her to think it was over, but the regret, was something he didn’t want her to have, the regret in him was too large to take in hers as well. “I have to leave, I will back to inquire on the things for the rebellion.”
When he didn’t make a move to leave, Bulma took the chance to speak, “Don’t leave, not yet. Stop acting so distant. I can tell you’re acting, don’t do that.”
Vegeta then moved passed her, brushing her shoulder softly on his way, leaving Bulma to continue to look at the place where he once stood. He was at the window when he looked down and stopped, his red cape similar to the one on the bed, flowing behind him. “It would be best for both of us that I continue to act distant, I am, after all, the Prince and you are just a paid servant, an alien that will leave this planet once your work is done here, nothing would be gained from any sort of relationship between us.”
Bulma turned frantically to look at Vegeta, catching a glimpse of pain written on his face, that quickly turned to stone. She couldn’t stop the similar anguish she was feeling that had been on his face, “That can’t be true, I once asked you if you were my friend, and you said you were my ally, is that not true any more? Can I not be your ally any more?”
Vegeta looked at her, trying to look deep into her eyes, “I can not be anything to you and you can not be anything to me besides useful,” time seemed to stop and they continued to stare, Vegeta was trying to hold on to his control and Bulma just stood there, as a victim of his gaze, then he spoke again, this time his tone was lighter, “isn’t it time for work?”
The quick change of subject caught her off guard and she realized the time, she went to look at the clock and saw it was almost 0800 hours. “Oh no, am going to be late for work!” Vegeta’s last word then came back to her and panic and fear ran through her. Bulma then looked up at the window. She knew better, she knew when she looked back up at Vegeta he would not be there. And he was not there, the place where he was standing at was empty, void of any trace he was there. She sank to her knees, her pale face etched in disbelief, his last words were hitting her over and over, it was painful, utterly painful. All those years under Chili seemed relative compared to this, and worst of all she had done it to herself. There was no one to blame, no one to hate, but herself.
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Vegeta hated what he had just done, in so many words he gave her up, he told her that they could never be. No, he hated himself for letting it be just that. There was nothing he could say to himself to make him feel otherwise. Last night, as he held her, he thought of nothing, he didn’t let his imagination run away with him, though he could easily picture kissing her, caressing her, touching her. His dream to have her had just ended. There would be nothing for them, just the cold, just the emptiness. They would have to make due with this new understanding and he would see her again, he would have to, no matter how much he didn‘t want to see her again and force himself to be distant, he needed her for his rebellion. He could feel her, and it was hard not to fly back to her and tell her it was all lies, her anguish was so clear that he could have been mistaking her pain for his. The future would be dark, he knew it would be, his life would be hollow. After he killed Freeza and those other two, he would produce an heir, and then vanish. He would do his people a favor by killing Freeza and they could continue on without him. It would be nice as well to travel the universe, fighting strong enemies and growing stronger. At least that way, he could try to forget about Bulma. With this new dark emotion that came from his decision about Bulma, he would fill himself with it and he would train and grow stronger. He needed to think about his goals now, he would have to let go of her, he needed to kill Freeza. He needed to contact Bardock immediately. Overseeing the division would have to wait a day or two.
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It was almost impossible for Bulma to work that day, she was in a constant state of sensitivity. She didn’t cry after Vegeta left, of course, it didn’t feel real. That he would never be the friend, that companion he once was ever again left her light headed. That she had destroyed everything left her feeling like her heart was heavy. She was torn in two, but knew what she had to do. She would complete her task to help Vegeta, then leave, like she had always planned to do, though this time she would leave much behind. Perhaps traveling through space she could find someone who could be there for her, perhaps she could find someone like Vegeta to have by her side, to go through adventures with. But, in reality, no one could replace Vegeta. After work, when she would normally go to work in her secret lab, Bulma found herself walking out of the building. Her feet were taking her somewhere, and she could only follow. Her emotions were so drained, she had for weeks worried sick about Vegeta, then when he came back, instead, like she hoped, of rekindling their old friendship he turned her away and said she was only useful to him and nothing more.
It was so obvious that he was lying, it was so clear to her he was telling her this to end something between them, though what he was trying to do exactly she didn’t know. Everything was so wrong, everything was so displaced and everything was her fault. And it was so dark. Bulma just noticed that her feet took her out into the city, and right into a place with no sign of life anywhere. She could tell that the palace was very close by, the building was creating a deep shadow even at night. Bulma smiled sadly, her feet were taking her to the palace, to see Vegeta. She glanced up at the great royal place, it’s light from inside not even reaching the shadow she was in now. She wanted to make sure what he said was real, not part of a dream she had while she had just woken. Her face was pleading with the building to show her Vegeta, to show her that all the wrong would be set right. And then a hand covered her mouth. Sacred, but alert, Bulma elbowed the person, but it seemed to have no effect. Suddenly she was gagged by a cloth and thrown to the dirty floor. Bulma looked at her attacker and saw three large burly Saiya-jins. They all had grins on their faces. When Bulma tried to get up the biggest one landed a foot on her chest, holding her down quite painfully. Using all her strength to breathe, Bulma could do nothing, not even fight. These Saiya-jins weren’t third class idiots.
“Oh lookie what we got here, a little paid servant, wandering around the palace.”
The second, but smallest one then came forward and kneeled beside Bulma, “She must’ve been planning on trying something huh?”
The last one then spoke, “Yes, we should punish her.”
The Saiya-jin that was holding her down could hardly contain his drool, “Yes, lets punish her and show her what we do to terrorist.”
Bulma was shaking her head, she wasn’t a terrorist, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Though, she suspected they were just trying to find an excuse to rape and kill her. She tried to bite off the cloth that was in her mouth but couldn’t, so she bit into it as hard as she could. The Saiya-jin that was holding her down then kneeled, forcing her legs to spread in the process. He grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head with one hand. They all chuckled as the other two watched him tear off her armor and then the rest of her clothes, which was very easy for him to do, with his free hand. Bulma was only left with her underwear. She started to struggle, trying to kick and push with her legs. The Saiya-jin on top of her just shook his head.
“I don’t think it’s wise to struggle, it’ll only hurt more when I rip you-” Bulma watched as the mans words died in his mouth, then suddenly his head was crushed and blood went gushing everywhere, pieces of his head flying in all directions, mostly though, everything was on Bulma. She quickly crawled away from the falling body and looked into the direction of her savior. Where the Saiya-jins head was once was now a blood stained white gloved fist, clutching the last pieces of flesh from the dead Saiya-jins head. Bulma followed the hand, to the arm, to the shoulder, only to see Vegeta standing over three very dead bodies. His face was set in very deep scowl, he wasn’t too pleased. Bulma, for some odd reason, was scared of him. She couldn’t say anything, she was almost naked and he looked rather angry. His eyes seemed so deep and discerning. What could she do to thank him for saving her life yet again? Trying hard to find the words, Bulma continued to let her gaze wander around the scene. Vegeta hadn’t used one ki attack, he killed them all by hand. While she was amazed and distracted by the things around her, he stomped over to her quickly and picked her up, flinging her over his shoulder. She couldn’t protest, she was in a state of shock. Vegeta then blasted off into the sky, anger fueling him to no end.
He had felt her while he was training, he knew when she was in danger as soon as he felt her array of frightened emotions. He left his new training room as fast as he could, letting the bond guide him to her. Even though he wouldn’t allow himself to be anything to her, he couldn’t let anything harm her. No matter what, he would protect her but he didn’t want to be reminded of his decision about Bulma and he didn’t want to be distracted by her and her inability to protect herself against Saiya-jins. Once he flew to her room and entered it, he went to the sanitary chamber and dropped her to the floor. Bulma hit the floor with a thump and before she could protest Vegeta spoke to her, anger gracing his voice, his anger making him over look her half naked form.
“What do you think you were doing? You could have been killed. I can not let that happened to…to…something as useful as you! You disturbed my training with your weakness! Do you even train anymore?” Vegeta had almost said something he would have regretted but continued on with his venting, “Do not go outside into the city unless I say so, you can’t get yourself killed until you’ve completed your services to me. Don’t make me order guards posted at your door!”
Rubbing her aching parts from the fall, Bulma stared at Vegeta with a small soft smile gracing her lips, “Why are you so angry? Were you worried?”
Vegeta couldn’t believe she would even suggest something that he had made clear to her this morning. And he was angry because she had disturbed his training. That was it. That was all to his anger. Looking at her smile, he knew she knew better. He was worried about her, he had been tremendously worried about her. Even though he said what he said this morning, he still felt what he felt. It would take so much for him to make his words true and it would take time to gain hold of his emotions. Again, he had to lie, “You disturbed my training with this and you know nothing of what you speak.”
“How did you know I was in trouble? Um, but I do continue to train by the way, I was just-”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses!” Vegeta then turned and left quickly, he couldn’t be around her, not now, not like this and he didn‘t want to tell her about the bond. His emotions were running high even when he was training and with this, he felt overwhelmed. He needed air and he needed to be away from Bulma.
Bulma continued to sit on the cold floor of the sanitary chamber, lost in her thoughts. At first she had been scared of Vegeta, but when she was flying in the air, on his shoulder, she felt him, she felt how worried he was and how angry he was at himself. What he said this morning was a lie, he was only wanting to spare her of the hardships that they would face in the future, he wanted to face Freeza alone and he wanted her away from that reality. Vegeta couldn’t make himself into a careless associate, he would always care for her in some way. Bulma knew that simple fact now and she found hope. She would stand with Vegeta against Freeza no matter what, he couldn’t stop her from being there for him. All they needed was time.
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Freeza stood, gazing into a computer screen. He was looking at the data from Vegeta-sei and wondering what would happen now the Vegeta was there to do his biddings. He would have the monkey bring him what ever he found to be the key to the sudden raise in their capabilities. But Freeza had an odd feeling that the monkey might betray him. Of course he wasn’t sure, so he called on his most loyal servant. Zarbon came before Freeza, bowing to him. Freeza continued to watch the computer screen. Freeza still couldn’t face Zarbon well after that incident. He waited for the light green skinned man to talk.
Uncomfortably, Zarbon greeted his emperor, “You called for me, your Excellence?”
“Zarbon, do you trust those Saiya-jins?”
“No, my lord.”
“Then take some time off from your duties and go to Vegeta-sei, I might have made a mistake and I want you to find out. I want you to monitor Vegeta and their science division. Be quick about it as well, you are needed here.”
“Yes, my lord, I will leave right away.”
“Good.”
Zarbon bowed again and left, leaving Freeza to continue to study the computer screen and of course ponder his future for himself and his empire. He wanted ultimate power back into his hands. He would make sure things went smoothly from now on. No one would get in his way again.