Stress

This Is the Enforcer Speaking,

Sorry bout the short chappy last time and the long wait, I\'ma try and make it up to you guys with this one, I\'ma make it long. Oh and this is to someone who knows who they are. First off, I\'ve been writing fanfics for years, don\'t talk to me like I\'m a newbie, second off I\'ve written a great many stories, and in fact, most of them are very, very descriptive, I\'m very character oriented and nine times out of ten I write very long chaps, but then I got to thinking, maybe I was too descriptive, my chaps might be too long, perhaps that\'s why my last story, which was over twelve chaps long, didn\'t get any reviews, so I started experimenting, and seeing if readers would like something less in-depth and overtly descriptive, an easier read. I respect your opinion, don\'t get me wrong, but I thought that that should be said. I will also take what you said to heart and go back to my old, more in-depth way of writing, I like it better anyways… so thanks. I also know that it\'s a dirty thing to do to demand reviews, it\'s just I enjoy hearing what people have to say, but I guess I won\'t do that anymore. I know I should write, just for the sake of writing, but I like getting into discussions about my writing, the good, the bad, whatever, and when I write and no one says anything it makes me *shrugs* BLAH, but alas. Lifes I bitch, move on right? Lol, on with the story.
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Stress

Chapter 3

Explosions
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It was close to midnight, rain spattered against the window, it was a very foreboding night. Bulma was perched on a couch, headset on, it\'d been a week since she\'d busted her hand on the GR, she\'d just finished the repairs, the back of her hand still ached, she had six stitches, and she hadn\'t seen Vegeta since that night. Moreover she was incredibly irritated. Her tone of voice clearly showed as much as she bitched at the person on the other end of the phone.

“Yamcha, I really am busy all the time, you know how my schedule is, listen Yamcha if you can\'t-“

Bulmas words were cut short, the entire building shook, the lamp flipped over, the line went dead, a picture of her and Yamcha went crashing off her coffee table, the glass broke out of the windows, the lights went out and just as suddenly as it started, it was over. Everything was still, quiet, pitch black

Blinking, Bulma sat up, “What the-“ then she paused, “Gods, no, it couldn\'t have.” Leaping up Bulma headed towards the back door, going at a full sprint she launched herself over top of the love seat and then skidded through the kitchen, hitting the back yard with the clanging of doors.

Shrapnel covered the neatly cut grass, the pouring rain bounced off of it and steam rose off the twisted, still smoldering, metal. Lightening flashed across the sky, illuminating the scarred yard, a second later the rumbling thunder shook Bulma to her bones.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” Bulma cursed as she ran, barefoot and in her nightgown out into the weather. “Vegeta!” Her words echoed hallow, bouncing off the remains of the GR, one whole side still stood tall, looking eerily like a ravaged body.

“Goddamnit VEGETA.” Bulma yelled even louder. Rain soaked through her night gown, she knew the white silk would be ruined but she didn\'t care. All she cared about at that moment was Vegeta.

Bulma pushed her way through the rubble, then, crying out in pain she fell to the ground. Panting she reached down to her foot, blood poured out onto the grass, her fingers found the offending piece of metal, wrapping them around it Bulma pulled, screaming as the shrapnel came out slowly.

The shard was about three inches long and had been almost completely buried in her foot. Shaking she stood up, limpingly. There was a huge tear in her gown, blood oozed out of a long scratch that ran the length of her thigh.

“Damn it Vegeta where are you?” Bulma whispered to her self as she began once again searching the rubble. There was the sound of shifting rubble and Bulma looked over towards the sound to see a bloody hand sticking up, then Vegeta pulled himself free, collapsing on top of the pile of concrete and twisted steel, blood covered his chest, ran down his arms, and face.

Bulmas heart leapt into her throat and her stomach dropped down to her knees.

“Oh no, no, no…” Bulma knelt down next to the fallen warrior, pulling him into her lap, she searched for his pulse, it was there, strong, and steady as Vegeta ever was. She pressed her hands to the largest wound, something vital in his left arm had been ripped up. Slouching forwards Bulma let out the breath she hadn\'t realized she\'d been holding. Bulma jumped as Vegeta suddenly began trying to sit up, mumbling.

“Must defeat Kakkorot…” Then he was out again.

Tears mingled with rain.

“Oh you stupid, stubborn, idiot.” Bulma sobbed as she held him, his blood covered her gown, mingling with her own, now tears fell into the mix. “Alright you bull headed ass, you hang in there. Hang in there…” Sirens could be heard off in the distance, coming towards CC.
Screeching tires, slamming doors.

The back yard would be the last place they looked, Bulmas heart thundered, she didn\'t know how long Vegeta had, she was doing her best to keep the bleeding stopped but it would only be a matter of time. Taking a deep breath Bulma screamed

Lightning flashed over head, thunder shook the ground, and the shadows seemed to move ever closer “Somebody Help!”
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Bulma sat at the desk in her private lab, foot bandaged and stitched, cursing silently to herself, a pile of half fried circuit boards, and a stack of blue prints lay sprawled out before her.

“Its not possible.” She whispered to herself, her hands shook as she turned over the board closest to her again. This one was the source, the patient zero, it caused the explosion. It\'d been the last panel Bulma had been working on, the one she\'d worked on while arguing with Yamcha. Yamcha, who\'d been complaining about how Bulma did too much, worked too hard, had been spending all her time repairing and upgrading the GR.

Bulmas eyes wondered over the panel, she\'d soldered the wires wrong, flipped them. The explosion was her fault.

Bulma stood up, screaming, her chair crashed to the ground, Bulma put her hands under the edge of her desk and flipped it over, all the scraps went crashing to the ground. Bulma stood there panting, hands balled up in a fist when suddenly her phone rang. Bulma smashed the button and growled out.

“What?” There was a long pause on the other end and then.

“Bulma baby, how are you doing?” It was Yamcha. Bulmas blood boiled. Somehow this was his fault. If he hadn\'t been such a bothersome pain in the ass…
Bulmas hand shook as she slammed the phone shut, not trusting herself to speak.

She was limping across the grounds heading towards the medical ward when she heard that irritating voice.

“Bulma hun what\'s wrong?” Yamcha.

“I don\'t want to talk to you right now.” Bulma kept her back to him. Not wanting to turn around not wanting him to see the tears welling up in her eyes. She felt a hand on her shoulder, Bulmas whole body tensed up, she whirled around knocking his hand away.

“Get away from me Yamcha, just get the hell away from me.” He voice rose with each word.

“What happened Bulma, what\'s wrong?” He was trying to sound soothing but it just made Bulma more irate.

“Do you really want to know Yamcha; do you really want to know what\'s wrong?” Bulma stood inches from his face. “I almost killed Vegeta; he nearly died because of me.” The tears were flowing fast now. “Everything is wrong Yamcha, including this relationship, it\'s over Yamcha, we\'re going no where fast.” Stepping back Bulma shook her head. “Just go away.” Turning on her heals she left him, walking away, she didn\'t look back and he did not follow.
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Vegeta looked younger while he slept. The warrior must have been over thirty but he rarely looked over twenty five, while he slept he didn\'t look much over eighteen. Most of the machinery had been removed from him by now, only the iv and bandages remained. He\'d been unconscious for the past three days.

Sitting down in a chair along side of the bed Bulma couldn\'t help but stare. She watched his bare chest as it rose and fell with his rhythmic breathing. Her eyes ran over the scars that crisscrossed his chest and abs. His ever present frown was absent, replaced by an almost peaceful look, Vegeta, peaceful, surely not.

A pair new pair of black spandex shorts incased his lower body, leaving very little to the imagination…
Bulma blinked suddenly, snapping out of her trance. She shook her head, what had she been thinking! Such nonsense. But before she could finish berating herself, Vegeta stirred. At first it was just his head, moving from side to side, then his arms moved, pushing himself up, slowly, almost painfully, his knees bent, then gradually his eyes opened.

Deep onyx eyes pierced, bright aquamarine eyes. There was a pause, Bulmas breath caught in her chest.

“Woman, tell me, why did the GR blow up?” Then it was gone, rapidly. A rush of coldness overtook the heat that had built inside her chest and Bulma froze. How could she tell Vegeta, it was her fault, how?

“Vegeta, It- I-“ Bulma stuttered along. He narrowed his eyes. Bulma swallowed a lump in her throat, she felt her eyes begin to burn again. Oh please, please don\'t let me cry, she prayed, not in front of him. She knew he would see it as a weakness and use it against her and right at that moment she didn\'t feel up to defending herself. As the first hot tear fell down her cheek she took a deep breath,

“I fucked up Vegeta, you almost died because I was too busy arguing with Yamcha to pay attention to what I was doing, I crossed a wire and when the gravity reached a certain degree it just set off a chain reaction.

“Why cry?” Vegetas gruff voice startled her.

“Because, Vegeta,” Bulma stopped dead in her tracks, why did it upset her so much to see the prince injured, almost killed, she hated the bastard right? Bulma felt a warmth enter her chest as she stared at the Prince, his eyes locked onto hers, he knew, she thought suddenly, he had known even before she knew, but how could he understand a concept such as, love.

Yamcha had been right, Bulma had been spending more and more time with Vegeta, doing things for Vegeta, at that moment Bulma realized, everyone had seen it, except her, Yamcha had been jealous.

She was too close, inches maybe, away from the warrior. Memories ran through Bulmas head, late night dinners with the prince, midnight conversations out on the deck, all arguments, they\'d had plenty of those…

Bulmas eyes grew wide, perhaps this was why she hadn\'t moved forward with her relationship with Yamcha. Subconscious feelings for the Prince. No way. Bulma shook her head forcefully and stood up quickly. This was sooo not happening. Taking a step back away from the medical bed Bulma stared at Vegeta.
“What wrong with you woman, you smell of fear…” His voice trailed off, those dark eyes grew wide, something changed in the way he held his body, he swung his legs off the end of the bed, and then lowered his feet slowly to the ground. “I smell something else too woman…” Bulma stepped back slowly as Vegeta advanced on her. Without stopping Vegeta reached down and snatched the IV out of his arm.

“What do you smell?” Bulmas voice was but a whisper. She kept moving backwards as Vegeta moved forward until her back hit the wall and Vegeta hovered so close to her that Bulma could feel his heat against her.

“I smell…” He sniffed around her neck on both sides, placing a hand on either side of her body. His nose tickled against her, he breathed into her hair, “Lust.” His breath ruffled her hair, sent chills down her spine. Bulma openly shuddered.

Vegeta grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head he pressed his body against hers. Face still in the curve of her neck.
“It breathes out of your skin, like perfume woman, such a strong scent, and it\'s for me.” He stuck his nose in the nape of her neck, Bulma felt him sigh, his body relaxing against hers. Bulmas breathe caught in her throat. Suddenly his hands tightened painfully around her wrists.

“You have no idea what you\'re doing to me woman, none.” He growled shoved himself away from me. “You\'re only human, you\'re kind could never satisfy me.” Turning on his heels he marched out of the med bay.

Bulma slid down the wall until she sat on the floor, shaking, she looked at her wrists, bruises were already blossoming on them.
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A/N- Well I hope this was long enough. R&R if you please, and please do. I love to hear what people have to say. Also I know I changed the time of day the GR exploded and the exact nature of Vegetas wounds and hospital stay…. Bite me….