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The Three Year Gap	By : MileenaCroft Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 5271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This chapter is a little different and a lot shorter than usual. It might seem really random but it will have it's purpose ;) As usual, enjoy :P

With frustration, Vegeta began dressing himself in his usual blue unitard, ‘That woman serves to do nothing but distract me,’ he growled to himself, ‘I do nothing and yet that smell fills the room,’. He kicked his legs into the blue suit before covering his entire body. ‘And that’s another thing… is she done with my armour yet?’
With a reluctant sigh he headed out of the room. His hair dripped a little but remained standing tall as he wondered down the hall. He followed the sweet scent of Bulma to the kitchen downstairs, as he entered Bulma sat at the table with a sandwich, she watched him as he walked in glaring at her.
            “Where’s my armour?” he spat.
Bulma raised an eyebrow, “My dad has it,” her tone seemed innocent.
Vegeta whipped his gaze from Bulma to the fridge and proceeded to rummage through. He didn’t hide his frustration as he loudly searched for something to eat.
Bulma gave it a moment before talking, “What’s with you?”
The Prince ignored her and continued searching, ‘Her and her third-degree,’ he thought.
A moment of silence swept over the pair before Bulma spoke again, “If you’re looking for something to eat I can make you something…”
Since she offered, Vegeta paused in his tracks, “Fine,” he spoke low as though feeling reluctant.
As Bulma rose from her seat, Vegeta moved to the side of the fridge. The blue eyed babe walked up to the fridge and grabbed some meaty products. Vegeta silently watched as she began making his sandwich, his eyes flicked from her curvy legs to her delicate neck – and everything in-between.
            ‘If she isn’t purposely distracting me to benefit Kakarot, why else would she?’
As she fussed around at the kitchen table, the Prince became aware of how soft her movements were:
            ‘How can a creature so fragile risk her life the way she does… does she have no sense of her own mortality? And how quickly it could be taken from her?’
The Briefs’ daughter moved over to the cabinet and pulled out some sauce, she carefully spread it across Vegeta’s sandwich before adding the top slice of bread and cutting it in half. Without looking his way, she slid the plate over the table nearly in front of him:
            “There you go,”
Before moving, Vegeta continued to watch her as she exited the kitchen. Her hips swung in a small manner and Vegeta couldn’t take his eyes off her.
            ‘Why am I concerning myself with such thoughts?’ he questioned to himself. He glanced down at his hand as he wondered, ‘I’ve never thought about anyone the way I think about her…’ the pain in his own admission caused him to clench his fist with anger, ‘No. I won’t be distracted anymore. I refuse to have an Earthling woman hold me back from my destiny. My birth right,’
Putting his stubborn attitude aside, he took up a stool at the kitchen table. As he began chowing down slightly slower than usual, his mind drifted to his childhood:
            ‘What would Father think of me?...’ he reminisced on an occasion where his father, King Vegeta, spoke to him when he was just a little boy. It seemed King Vegeta had anticipated the fate of his Kingdom, his Planet.

Child Vegeta didn’t live on his Planet like his father, or the rest of his people. He lived on Frieza’s ship. King Vegeta knew why. Why a monster like Frieza would keep a “filthy Saiyan” on his ship with his royal self.
As Vegeta began reading a book in his personal quarters about the mechanism of Saiyan armour, his father strolled in without knocking to which Vegeta jumped slightly in his blue wooden chair. His father’s features were stern. So, Vegeta closed his book for the time being and placed it on the desk in front of him.
            “Father?” he asked.
The door automatically slid shut behind the King, and he said no words as he focused on Vegeta’s bed before sitting himself upon it.
            “Father, is something wrong?”
Vegeta rose from his seat and approached his father. Who still… didn’t look at him.
            “What have you been up to today son?” King Vegeta’s voice was deep almost intimidating upon new ears, however he spoke as though he was easing into something, something which made young Vegeta feel very uneasy.
            “I…” Vegeta paused attempting to recall what exactly he had been up to, “I was in the chamber… with the Saibamen,” as he remembered his face began filling with joy, “I did really well father, they recorded the whole thing, do you wanna see?”
As he began scurrying out of the room, King Vegeta’s voice rumbled through the air.
            “NO!”
Vegeta stood dead on the spot and his father sighed heavily, realising his intentions were not to scare the boy.
            “I mean…” the King began, “Son, just come back inside,”
As he spoke, his eyes were fixated on the ground before him. Vegeta didn’t dare go against his father’s requests and so cautiously turned around and entered his room. The door closed once again leaving them in their privacy.
            “Son…” King Vegeta lifted his gaze on his offspring and with a soft voice explained, “Time is running out for us. I believe,”
Vegeta crept closer to his clearly distraught father, “What do you mean father?”
The King scrunched up his face with frustration, not at his son, more to himself, “I fear I have failed our people,”
Vegeta wanted an explanation and joined his father on the bed.
            “This is… difficult for me to say. So listen as I speak,” King Vegeta inhaled deeply, “Freeza… is not our friend, but you know that. I’ve heard on occasion the way he addresses you and you should know he speaks to us in such a way because he believes he is more powerful. And, I suppose he is right at this moment in time. And…” He paused, conveying to his son whatever was coming next was painful to admit, “I fear we have only little time left, I fear… Frieza will soon eradicate us,”
Vegeta began panicking, “But… but why? We do everything he demands of us. We follow his orders without question. Why father?”
Vegeta searched his father’s face rapidly for some sort of answer. His wide eyes began watering as the seriousness of his father’s words instilled fear in him.
King Vegeta exhaled heavily through his nose, “I have been informed by one of Frieza’s men. That his next big attack will be far too close to home,”
The Prince lowered his eyes to the ground as he frantically searched for a solution within himself, “Well then we should kill him before he kills us-“
            “Son,”
            “I – I can ask to speak with him alone and –“
            “Vegeta,”
            “When he least expects it you can smash through his window and rip him apart limb from-“
            “VEGETA!”
King Vegeta’s stern voice silenced Vegeta in an instant. He glared up to his father with slight apprehension, he knew his father wouldn’t strike him but that didn’t make him any less terrifying.
After a period of silence, the King placed his hand comfortingly on his sons shoulder.
            “Son, if there’s one thing you remember about us Saiyan’s… it’s that we do not fight dirty. We are warriors. We stand before our opponent as noble fighters and fight clean, with everything we have. Even if that plan would work, you must understand why I would not agree to it,’ the King knew his child’s fantasy would never suffice, but he needed to make a point at this moment, “We may have overthrown the Tuffle’s but we did not sneak attack them. We waged war… and we won,”
Vegeta solemnly nodded in agreement.
            “Besides, I already told you. He is far too strong for us to manage. It would be asking for a sooner death,”
The King moved his hand back down on his lap.
            “So what then father? We just accept that we’re going to die?”
King Vegeta let out a hearty laugh, “Of course not. We will not just sit back as he blows up our home. We will fight. But I… doubt very much it will be enough to stop him. He is capable of destroying a planet by just lifting a finger… It will be in vain,”
Sorrow flooded Vegeta’s very existence. How could his father be so nonchalant about the whole thing? His people will be slaughtered and he seems to just be accepting that.
            “Do not fear son…” King Vegeta spoke calmly, “You will survive,”
The Prince glanced up at his father once more.
            “Frieza will keep you away from the ordeal. You, Nappa and maybe even Raditz. He seems to have grown fond of him. Anyway, you will be safe because Frieza knows you will do as he says, he knows you will become the strongest Saiyan to have ever lived and so I ask you, my son, the Prince of all Saiyan’s… When you become strong enough – and I believe you will – defeat this bastard Frieza. And avenge your race. Nothing would make me prouder than that,”
With no more words, the King gently planted a kiss on his son’s forehead – something Vegeta usually wriggled away from – and walked proudly out of his sons room as his blood-red robe flagged behind him.
Kid Vegeta swallowed down hard and rose from his bed. He made his way back over to his chair and continued reading his book as if nothing happened.
As tears silently rolled down his cheeks he continued reading:
            “Saiyan Armour is crafted with the sophisticated material Tabmok Latrom it can be found on planets such as Planet Kanassa,”

The Proud Prince slammed his fist down on his now empty plate, shattering it to pieces. He opened his eyes and glanced down at the damage in a daze. He knew reflecting on his childhood memories would only result in more frustration and therefore didn’t do it often. He rubbed his face in his sweaty palms before cleaning up the mess.
He simply wiped the glass off the table onto his hand and dusted it into the bin. His mind didn’t clear.
He continued reflecting… beginning with his time under Frieza’s control. His father would be disgusted at the things Vegeta had done for that bastard. He often tricked opponents in battle, which alone would be enough for King Vegeta to turn in his grave. But as far as Vegeta concerned himself, not living up to his father’s expectations was worse. Not being the strongest Saiyan to have ever lived ate at Vegeta day after day. And he was now sick of wasting time.
He stormed his way down the hall and headed to the only place he thought the blue haired human could be. As he swung open the door to the lab, Dr Briefs glanced up sharply in concern:
            “Something wrong Vegeta?” his words were mumbled as his cigarette restricted the movement of his lips.
            “Where’s the woman?” he demanded.
The creaking of the closing door could be heard and Vegeta turned only his head in curiosity.
            “Are you talking about me?” Bulma’s voice calmed Vegeta, to his surprise.
He turned to her, “Just how long do you plan to keep me waiting with this damn training?”
He noticed the Earthling was rubbing her arm.
            “Before you go shouting your mouth off, you could at least apologise for whacking me with the door!” she huffed as she turned back around.
As her back still hurt, she slowly trotted back over to her desk.
            “But,” she added, “It’s all ready for you,” she switched from angry to joyful far too often for Vegeta’s comfort, “My reliable employee came by this morning to drop the improved drone anchors,” she turned to face the Prince, who’s featured were arranged to convey slight surprise, “So, I’m ready when you are,”
Her teeth gleamed through her warming smile. Her eyes glistened with joy as she watched him… and Vegeta, yet again, found himself gawking.

            “All right,” Bulma spoke determined, “I’m going to place these three in a triangle,” she pointed down to the drone anchors, “And then I’m going to switch this on,” she shook the EMF reader in her hand towards Vegeta, “It will help me keep track of your energy, and if this training is adequate enough to help you improve,”
She placed the EMF metre back in her lab coat pocket and leant over to reach for a drone anchor. The all-too-familiar sting shot up Bulma’s spine once more. She didn’t have time to hide her pain as she yelped out. Vegeta did nothing more than glance in her direction.
            “On second thought,” she added, “Could you move them?”
The Mad Saiyan approached her as he inspected her body language. One hand was on her hip as the other was placed firmly on her back. The expression on her face indicated to the Prince she was suffering from some sort of back injury.
In silence, Vegeta picked up all of the anchors and flew a safe distance away from Bulma. He placed them accordingly and flew back over for the drones. He couldn’t hold all 15 drones and so made two trips. He placed 5 drones beside each anchor and moved nearer Bulma.
            “Now we’re all set up,” she pulled out the remote used to control the anchors, “Let’s get started,”
She pressed the one button on the control and all of the drones began lifting in the air. As they did so, the anchors began making ticking sounds. The drones paused in the air and after the tenth tick, they shot off in multiple directions. None of them could be seen however their devastating lasers darted all over the place.
Vegeta began moving into the space within the three drone anchors.
            “Wait,” Bulma held out her hand to him, “Before you get going let’s establish some rules,”
            “Rules?” Vegeta scowled.
            “Yes O-Mighty Prince,”
That comment caused Vegeta to roll his eyes, where he would usually growl.
            “Don’t go blasting these drones okay? They’re not like the ones you used in the pod. They’re much more delicate and would take a lot of time to repair if you damaged them. Like the ones in the pod they have switches. Turn them off, that’s all you need to do,” Bulma pulled out the EMF metre, “Okay,” she called, “Power up,”
The intelligent woman switched on the metre and waited as Vegeta powered up.
For a moment, Vegeta remained still. Meditating as he collected his energy into a ball within himself. As that sphere tightened, the EMF metre lights immediately flicked on, all of them from green to red. The number began rising and the needle shot to the highest digit on the metre.
            “What the-“
As Bulma grew anxious at the instantaneous results of Vegeta merely gathering his strength, Vegeta’s ball of energy exploded inside of him, causing faint blue flames to emulate from his chiselled body and the EMF reader blew up in Bulma’s hands.
She squealed but Vegeta was too focused to notice. He darted off across the Wasteland to begin with his training.
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