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Chapter 1
By : VegetasPrincess13
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Sweat clung to Vegeta’s body as he pushed his body up off the floor. Since he couldn’t train, he had taken to doing basic work outs. He did anything he could think of to take his mind off the numbness that threatened to take over. He hated the numbness and the depression. It wasn’t like him to feel these things. He had to keep reminding himself that once they got to Namek, he’d be fine. She’d be back. Everything would be ok. ‘If only this fucking ship would go faster...’
A knock on the door interrupted Vegeta’s thoughts. “Come in.” Bulma opened the door and held up a plate of food.
“Brought you some food,” Bulma told him. She watched as Vegeta stood and pulled on his shirt. “I can see why Lyri fell for you.” She giggled as Vegeta’s face turned red and he turned his face face from her. He grabbed the plate from her and began eating. “How are you holding up?” Vegeta shrugged. “When my dad got sick, I was so upset. I didn’t think anything could hurt him. Then...then he died and I thought my life was over. He was my dad. He wasn’t supposed to die. And not while I was still in high school. I thought I’d feel like myself again if I could take my dad’s place in his company. But I wasn’t old enough. So, a bunch of higher ups took over until I came of age. I never got the chance to take my dad’s place because they fucked everything up.”
“And why are you telling me this?” Vegeta asked.
“Because I know what you’re going through. Losing a loved one,” Bulma said.
Vegeta set his plate aside. “You think you know what I’m going through because you’re father died and you lost your company? You are trying to compare your life to mine?” He glared at her. “You have no idea the hell that has been my life. You could not possibly understand what I am going through.”
“I’m just trying to help!” Bulma snapped.
“I don’t want your help!” Vegeta snapped back.
“Well, if you don’t need my help, then I guess you also don’t want these plans I have to make you and the others a room you can train in!” Bulma retorted.
“Woman, you will tell those plans, right now!” Vegeta barked.
“Only if you be nice to me,” Bulma told him.
Vegeta crossed his arms. “Tch. Fine,” he he agreed.
Bulma walked over and pulled out her tablet. She showed him the blueprint for this new room. It’d look like a stand alone closet, but it’d be bigger on the inside than the outside dimensions let on. She’d incorporated the gravity simulator and it could be capsulized and taken anywhere. “So, what do you think?”
“When will you have it done?” Vegeta asked.
“I need parts. We’re stopping at a nearby planet to restock on supplies and I’ll pick up what I can there. I’ll pull things out from around the ship if I have to, but it shouldn’t take long. I am a genius, after all,” she told him.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he told her.
“Hey! You agreed to be nice! Why don’t you think I could do it? I made your gravity necklace, didn’t I?” Bulma asked. When Vegeta didn’t respond, she stomped her foot and left, but not before making a face at him. “Stupid, arrogant...I don’t know what she sees in him,” she muttered. She made her way to the storage room and pulled out every capsule there, taking them to her room. One by one she opened them and took whatever she could use and put it in a separate pile. At the end, it wasn’t much, but it was enough to at least get somewhat of a start on the gravity room.
It was a couple days later when they finally landed to restock on supplies. Bulma had left by herself, against the advice of the others. She didn’t think it was that big a deal. She would get food and what she needed for the gravity room. She’d be fine.
After wandering around for a bit, Bulma found an outdoor market. It was bigger than the outdoor markets on Earth. She squealed with excitement and went from booth to booth, examining everything. She bought clothes for herself and the group and some pretty shoes and jewelry for herself from one booth. From another, a kit to upgrade the boosters on the ship. She bought everything she needed and them some. She even bought out all the food booths. Bulma was giddy. She hadn’t shopped in ages and that trip was just what she needed. She skipped back to the ship, feeling happy with herself.
“I’m back!” she yelled from outside. She uncapsulized a capsule and rummaged around the pile at her feet. “Aha!” she said, pulling out the booster kit. Bulma started tinkering with the boosters and, after a while, got the kit installed. Greasy and sweaty, she walked onto the ship. “We’re good to go!” she called. She felt the ship move and they were off the planet and continuing towards Namek.
After a shower, Bulma grabbed what she had already and set up shop in the galley. She worked day and night. She barely ate and barely slept. She was determined to show that arrogant prince what she could do.
“Yes!” she yelled one night, “I fucking finished it! Eat shit, Vegeta! I told you I could do it!”
“Eat what?” Vegeta asked angrily as he walked into the galley.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Fasha yelled as she, too, walked into the galley.
“Did you really just tell Vegeta to eat shit?” Kakarot asked from the doorway.
“Ha ha. Sorry,” Bulma said, “I got a little too excited. But, look! I finished it!”
“How does it work?” Kakarot asked.
“I’m not telling any of you anything until I get a shower and some sleep,” Bulma said as she headed out of the room.
“What?” Vegeta snapped.
“But-“ Kakarot started.
“Shower and sleep!” Bulma yelled before heading into her room.
The next morning, Bulma walked into the galley and poured herself a cup of coffee. She glanced up at the five Saiyans, all of whom were staring at her. “What?”
“Woman, it’s been three months since any of us could train. And here you are, dangling this fucking training room in our faces!” Vegeta snapped.
Bulma walked over to the training room and capsulized it. “There. Now it’s not dangling in your face.” The Saiyans began grumbling. “Gonna be nice?” Bulma asked. Everyone turned to look at Vegeta.
“If it gets us that training room, then fine,” Vegeta grumbled, crossing his arms.
Bulma smirked and uncapsulized the room. She opened the door and they followed her in, though it was a tight squeeze. “It’s more than enough for one person to train, but I’m sure two of you could fit in here at a time and still be comfortable. After locking the door, you push this button to turn the gravity simulator on and this dial adjusts the gravity levels.” She walked away, smiling, as the Saiyans started arguing amongst themselves.
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