Stress

This Is the Enforcer Speaking,

I hold chaps hostage because I don’t feel like writing something that no one feels like reading, if people don’t review I figure it’s not worth their time so I don’t feel the need to write more, I also don’t do one shots, I write stories and don’t like one shots to begin with, they always feel unfinished to me.
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Stress

Chapter 2

Melt Down
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The sun had set hours ago, the nights sky held the promise of a frightening storm, the complete opposite of the morning sky. But Bulmas mood was quite the same.
She was late getting home; again, Bulma was beginning to wonder if she even knew what time getting at home on time was anymore.
The GR sat cold and dark, it should have been on and humming, Vegeta had well and truly broken it this time. Sighing, Bulma head towards her workshop, best to get the damn thing back in order or else Vegeta might try training in there back yard again and Bulma shuddered at the thought, it’d taken weeks to repair the damage last time he’d tried that.
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Bulma yelped loudly as she smacked the back of her hand on the panel she was working on, grumbling she wiped her sweaty forehead off with the back of her hand, cursing when she only managed to smear more grease across her face. Her back ached and it was already two in the morning. With a ferocious scream she chucked her wrench across the GR where it clanged against the wall and landed with a loud thunk.
“Woman.” Vegetas voice reverberated through the GR.
“ What do you want, I’m working as well as I can.” She spoke through gritted teeth as she cleaned her hands off on her blue cover alls. Looking up she glared at the Saiyan.
“Fine, stand there and stare.” Turning she started to go back to her work, paused then shouted “That’s it!” Bulma kicked the GR hard with her steal toed booted foot and rounded on Vegeta.
“This- I can’t-“ she stopped, taking a deep breath, “I’m too damned worn out to finish this tonight.” The Prince stood, arms crossed, staring, unblinking at Bulma.
“Woman-“
Bulma shook her head. “Don’t start with me, senor pain in my ass. I’ll finish tomorrow so just can it-“
“You idiot woman.” The prince was just suddenly inches away from her, she hadn’t seen him move. “I’ve been trying to tell you, you’re bleeding.”
“What? Where?” Vegeta grabbed her hand, brought it up to where Bulma could get a good look at it. Blood ran down the back of her hand, she’d obviously cut it some how, gasping Bulma touched fingers to her forehead, they came away with blood, looking down she saw she’d been wiping blood, not grease, on her cover alls.
“Shit, shit, shit, hey wait Vegeta what-“ Vegeta raised Bulmas hand to his mouth and licked the blood off the back of it in one slow heavy stroke. Bulma shuddered and looked up into Vegetas eyes. There was such a look of loss, of loneliness in them, he blinked then it was gone.
“Go take care of your self woman, but I expect the GR fixed by the end of the week or there will be consequences.” And with that he was gone, leaving a stunned Bulma in his wake.
“What’s gotten into him?” Bulma wondered under her breath and went to get her hand taken care of.
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A/N: More shall come soon, this story is driving me nuts, I can’t wait to get the rest written, I hope you guys like it too please R&R.

-The Enforcer