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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: Thanks for the reviews and ratings guys :P I'm glad to see the wolf documentary went down well XD I have been waiting a while to get that out just had to time it right! Harlow, it's so nice to know that I've inspired you to write your own! You'll have to let me know when you publish it so I can give it a read :P And I've noticed that I get stuck in a pool of words myself and it's so frustrating to deal with XD I need to read more, that usually helps! Anyway, here's the new chapter... Not as long as I usually write but this is more about Bulma and her work, more than anything else. Enjoy guys :P

Having woken up to the absence of Vegeta, Bulma was somewhat relieved. At least he didn’t get to see the state she was in this particular morning. Her hair was lose and messy and the bags under her eyes were revealing her age, a look Bulma definitely didn’t support. She rushed to the ensuite only to be reminded that the water was still unavailable. With a heavy huff of annoyance she attempted to make her way further down the house in order for a wash.
As she stepped out of Vegeta’s room the cold autumn wind blew down the corridor hitting her unexpectedly. For a moment she had forgotten about the whole ordeal. With even more reluctance she continued down the hall, past the kitchen and the stairs to the spare bathroom. Hurrying inside she quickly closed the door to block out the cold.
On the opposite wall was the sink which supplied just enough water for Bulma to freshen up. As the cold water hit her face, her thoughts drifted on to the events of last night.
            ‘I can’t believe he came back… some nerve,’ she grimaced at the thought of Takeda, ‘Well at least he won’t be returning again…’
She began rubbing the soap in her hands and lathered her face gently;
            ‘But… why does Vegeta keep helping me? He insists that he doesn’t care for me but I just don’t believe him,’
She rinsed her face and dabbed a fresh warm towel to dry her, one that had been resting on the heater;
            ‘Maybe it’s just his way of saying thanks, since he struggles so much to show gratitude the way most people do’
Proceeding to brush her teeth, she squeezed some tooth paste on a new spare tooth brush;
            ‘… It’s odd that he didn’t come home last night. Was it because he knew I’d be in his bed?’ she paused a moment as various thoughts invaded her mind, ‘But then why would he offer it to me in the first place?’
Determined not to overthink she finished up in the bathroom and wondered to the living area.
Since her bedroom remained scattered over the garden along with her clothes, Bulma had no choice but to wonder around in what she had on. She curled up on the freezing sofa, attempting to warm up and flicked on the television. Soon enough her mother joined her having heard her fussing around in the bathroom.
Bunny wrapped herself in a fluffy pink dressing gown in order to keep warm. She joined her daughter on the sofa and stared at her waiting for some sort of explanation. Bulma glanced over to her mother;
            “What?” she asked genuinely.
            “You’re joking right?” Bunny’s tone was soft but she didn’t appear to be in the mood for games, “Are you going to tell me what happened last night or…”
Bulma sighed deeply, “I suppose I owe you that much,” she sat up, peering down to the blue fluffy carpet as she did so, “Takeda came back –“
            “You’re kidding!” Bunny interrupted.
            “Nope… And this,” she waved her hand to the back of the sofa, in the direction of the hall, “Was Vegeta’s way of scaring him off,”
Bunny paused for a few moments, her expression clear to Bulma she was thinking intensely about something.
            “Do you still believe Vegeta treats you like the rest of us?”
Bulma tensed up at the shift in topic, “Um… to tell you the truth I’ve noticed it a little. But I don’t understand why,”
Bunny leaned forward into Bulma’s space, almost with a whisper she continued, “I’m telling you, there’s something about you that makes him feel protective of you,”
Before her mother sussed her out with her reddening cheeks, Bulma quickly intervened, “Well it’s probably because I’m the only one willing to deal with him and his demands. If I’m distracted by court dates I won’t be in the lab working on his training –“
            “Court… dates?” Bunny leaned back and expressed her worry.
            “Oh… I didn’t mention that did I?” she smiled awkwardly, “Takeda planned on suing us,”
            “That bastard!” Bunny exclaimed causing Bulma to burst out with laughter.
            “My thoughts exactly. But it’s… water under the bridge now. No need to dwell on it, we have bigger problems to deal with,”
Her mother inhaled heavily, “Indeed. By the way a man by the name of Omi Chun was with your father on the ground floor. He stated to us you had called him over last night and told him you blew up the house by experimenting… I knew that was a lie,” she lowered her lashes at her daughter and grinned, “That’s usually your father’s side of things. Anyway, they’ve begun clearing up the rubble and your father was hoping you might help,”
With frustration Bulma rubbed her head in her hands, “I can’t,” she sighed, “I have to get on with Vegeta’s training, I’ve been putting it off for too long and he’s starting to become irritated with me”
            “Oh?” Bunny glanced around slowly, “Where is he?”
Bulma shrugged indicating she hadn’t the slightest clue.
The sound of the ringing phone disturbed them, Bunny rose from her seat and hurried to pick it up. After a few seconds of minor chatter Bulma heard her mother squeal with what appeared to be joy. The blue eyed woman lowered the volume of the TV in order to hear clearly.
            “… Well that’s just fantastic!” Bunny cheered, “You must come over tonight in celebration! Although we will have to remain on the balcony… there’s been an accident at the house,” after a few giggles she continued, “Say around nine?... Great see you then!”
Bunny scurried back into the living area with a wide smile.
            “Guess what!” she squealed.
Bulma glimpsed up at her mother and stared with little interest… “What?”
            “Scarlett’s with child!” she clasped her hands together with glee.
Scarlett is a close friend of Bunny’s who happened to be married to the owner of Saibot LTD a company that specialises in robotics, her husband Baraka Han is also a business associate and close friend to Dr. Briefs.
            “That’s great news,” Bulma beamed genuinely.
            “I’ve invited them around tonight just for a little celebration!” she explained before heading off down the hall in the direction of the kitchen, “Nothing fancy!” she called before fussing around making breakfast.
With nothing to do Bulma grew bored quickly. In her current attire she didn’t want to be seen by the builders working down stairs so she decided on heading to the lab. She walked off past the kitchen and continued down the hall, the further she walked the less the cold winds became a nuisance. Upon entering the laboratory, she tossed on her lab coat and buttoned it up all the way to cover herself despite the length only reaching down to mid-thigh.
Sluggishly she wondered over to the paper board that displayed the various ideas for Ki measuring. In thought, Bulma began tapping the marker against her chin:
            ‘Ki is an energy, I don’t think Vegeta’s blood would be of any use to me. In order to track energy, I’ll need a device that can detect it and from there I can create something to measure it,’ she moaned greatly as she slumped her head in the palm of her hand, ‘Like an EMF detector… only, Ki doesn’t have a wavelength,’ she stopped suddenly, ‘Or does it?’
As if attempting to meet an imaginary deadline, the intelligent woman rushed through various drawers and cupboards in search for confirmation that Ki energy could have wavelengths. She discovered documents of diagrams of x-rays, gamma and cosmic rays.
Included, was the explanation that x-rays and gamma rays indicated high frequency, high energy levels however out of the three, cosmic rays were highest.
            ‘Ki must have some sort of frequency!’ she concluded to herself, ‘Ki is responsible for the aura that surrounds the energy source, meaning that it is a physical entity… The guys,’ she stopped, scurrying her way back over to the board and began writing that which she was thinking, ‘They can sense another’s Ki, which must definitely mean there’s a mechanism to it… ’ Bulma scanned the room pondering whether or not they had an electromotive force metre, ‘Dad would know,’
On that assumption, she headed over to the intercom and buzzed through to the entire house.
            “Dad, do you know if we have an EMF detector in here? I’m in the lab,”
A few minutes passed and Bulma wasn’t given a reply. With a groan she remembered the electricity was turned off on the East and so, rather than waste time searching for something that may not be in the lab she concluded on finding her father.
Keeping covered with her lab coat she strolled down the hall to the stairs but before making her way down, her mother called to her from the kitchen:
            “Sweetie would you like some breakfast?!”
            “Yeah sure,” the thought of food rumbled Bulma’s stomach.
            “It’ll be done in thirty minutes,” Bunny confirmed as her daughter descended the U shaped staircase.
The freezing air caught Bulma off guard as she turned left to walk down the hallway, instantly it was apparent that the builders had set up the scaffolding in order for their work to begin. As Bulma neared her father, he caught a glimpse of her heading his way;
            “Ah there you are dear,” he greeted surprisingly joyful.
Bulma flashed him a smile, “Dad,” she called to him as he flipped around back to the builders, the banging of the sledgehammer that was demolishing what was left of the walls blocked out her voice.
She stood beside her father as a worker wearing a yellow helmet conversed with him:
            “Yeah that’s right…” he voiced with an agreeing tone, “We can have these walls redone within the next fortnight,”
            “I suppose you’ll have the water pipes constructed by the end of the end of the week then?” Dr Briefs assumed.
The builder began rubbing his chin, “Ah well, that depends on when the plumber confirms she can do it. If everything is as we predict then yes, I don’t see why that wouldn’t be sorted by next Thursday,”
            “Excellent,”
The worker spun around and wondered over to inspect the other builders.
            “So I take it he’s leading this?” Bulma questioned.
            “Only when Omi isn’t around,” he explained as he looked at his daughter, “I’ve wanted to speak to you about all this,” his voice lowered slightly.
She breathed greatly before countering, “Vegeta decided to scare off that fool from MK International by demonstrating his power,”
Her father’s eyes widened, “You mean Takeda Hasashi?”
Bulma nodded slowly, “At least we know he won’t ever be coming back,”
Dr Briefs skimmed over the workers, “Yes, we can be thankful for that much,”
            “Before I forget,” Bulma added, “Do we have an EMF detector anywhere?”
            “Hmm…” her father pondered, “I believe there are a number in Research Building 3,”
            “Oh,” Bulma exclaimed, “Of course!”
Superstitiously glaring up as she walked forward under the scaffolding, Bulma began making her way to a neighbouring building. The wind mercilessly pulled her hair in all different directions and she continuously shook her head in attempt to see clearly. She tucked her hands tightly into her body to keep warm and quickened her pace. Her bare feet steeped cautiously on the soft ground as Bulma hoped not to tread anywhere muddy.
The doors slid open and Bulma hurried inside. As she struggled to compose herself a concerned receptionist in a plain white blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt approached her:
Her soft voice sounding anxious, “Miss Briefs?”
            “I’m just looking for an EMF metre,” she explained.
The receptionist peered down for a moment and noticed Bulma’s lack of shoes. Feeling as though the matter was urgent she scurried over to the intercom near her desk:
            “Could someone bring Miss Briefs an Electromagnetic force metre please?”
            “That’s fine I can fetch one myself,” Bulma interrupted.
The concerned administrator flicked her eyes on the flustered Bulma, “Oh it’s no trouble at all Miss Briefs…” she paused speculating whether to suggest some footwear, “Would you like some shoes?”
Initially wanting to reject the offer, Bulma decided otherwise, “Uh, yeah please,” she smirked innocently.
As the pencil skirt restricted her movements, the employee stalked over to her desk, “I wear these on my way here since it’s illegal to drive with heels,” she explained as she disappeared reaching down behind the desk, “And usually change once I arrive,” leaning back up she held a pair of plain black pumps, “You’re welcome to keep them, I’m sure I can drive barefoot for one day,”
Bulma smiled gratifyingly as the receptionist approached her, “Thank you so much for this,” as she handed over the shoes, Bulma noticed her nametag, “I’ll reimburse you for your troubles, Tanya, and I’ll add a little extra for being so kind,”
            “Oh, that’s very generous of you Miss Briefs,” her voice higher in pitch, indicating her surprise.
Once Bulma wriggled her way into the shoes another employee wondered into the reception.
            “Ah Miss Briefs!” he called, “Here’s the counter you were looking for,”
He gestured it towards her as he reached them. Before leaving with said counter in hand, Bulma thanked them both whilst taking a mental note to give Tanya a raise.
Immediately the autumn wind almost blew Bulma off her feet. Shielding her eyes with her arms she fought her way back inside her home. The builders paused for a moment realising her presence, as she passed them by, they began smirking at one another in agreement at her beauty.
She pressed on forward as her father called, “Did you manage to find one?”
Bulma peeked back and was presented with Scratch clinging to the back of his lab coat, “Yeah! Now I just need Vegeta,”
Dr Briefs’ silent response suggested he too didn’t know the whereabouts of Vegeta.
Once back in the lab, Bulma placed the EMF metre on the desk she operated at but before she could begin examining it, a familiar voice called to her from the intercom;
            “Miss Briefs? Are you back in Capsule Corp?” the guy seemed breathless as though he had been running a marathon.
The curious female prodded over to the intercom, “Uh, yes. Who is this?”
The light beside ‘Research Lab Building 3’ she was moments ago in began flashing, “It’s me Hanzo Khan. When Tanya requested a detector for you I was hoping I wouldn’t reach the reception too late but –”
            “Hanzo you’re worrying me… what’s going on?” his urgency sat uncomfortably with Bulma.
            “Oh no,” he paused, “No, it’s nothing to worry about. I rushed to meet you because I have a prototype ready of those drone anchors you want,”
She squealed with excitement, “Oh yes I completely forgot!” having already planned out her task for the day, she decided there was no rush, “I can come by later to pick it up,”
            “That’s fine, Miss Briefs. I have the blue prints ready too,”
            “Great work Hanzo! I’ll see you soon,”
With that, the Heiress to Capsule Corp continued with her work by studying the EMF counter. It appeared similar to a cell phone in shape however featured a screen on the bottom of the device that displayed unit measurements, whilst above the measurement line it identified whether the wavelength was a simple microwave or the more dangerous gamma ray. At the top of the device there were a number of lights, beginning with two green then two orange before finishing with two red. On the right of the metre there was a little switch allowing it to be turned on and off.
            “Well first thing’s first,” Bulma concluded, “Let’s see if this baby works,”
Flipping the switch up, she laid it on the desk to get a steady read, the red needle inside the measurement screen moved from its resting position on the far left and trembled a little:
            “It’s good to know my house isn’t overrun with electro waves,” she chuckled to herself, “alright,” she began ‘now I just need to find something to measure,’ she thought as she skimmed the room.
            ‘Let’s start light,’ she decided as a simple, brown wireless radio tucked in the corner of the room caught her attention.
Prodding over, she switched it on but lowered the volume before returning to the metre. The needle didn’t move much rather from its previous position
            ‘It’s safe to say radios aren’t harmful,’ she established.
Bulma switched the radio off and whilst her back was turned to the lab entrance her mother wondered in.
            “Breakfast is ready dear,”
The scientist flinched somewhat in surprise at Bunny’s presence, “Oh,” Bulma exclaimed, “I’ll be up in a moment,”
            “Alright sweetie,” Bunny waved as she made her way out of the lab.
As Bulma reached the EMF metre to switch it off she called to her mother, “Is Vegeta there?”
Bunny managed to mutter, “No,” before completely disappearing.
            ‘So, he didn’t return last night and still hasn’t returned for breakfast,’ not taking the situation seriously she chuckled, ‘something awful must have happened,’
Before leaving the lab, Bulma placed the metre in her pocket in case Vegeta did return;
            ‘I could test it out on him when he decides to come home,’
Both her mother and father were sat at the high kitchen table as she entered. With a mouth full of food Dr Briefs attempted to speak;
            “Ah, Bulma… I forgot to mention,” he swallowed down his food before continuing, “The builders managed to salvage your clothes… they’re in the laundry room and in desperate need of a clean,”
Gleaming with joy at the news, Bulma took up her seat at the table with an empty white plate, “Oh I need this uplifting news,” she laughed, “I can finally put some decent clothes on,”
            Spread across the table were various plates of eggs, sausages, toast and bacon accompanied with a dish of beans and another filled with pure tomato sauce. Bulma helped herself to two eggs and a strip of bacon.
            “I hope Vegeta stops by…” Bunny began, “I’d hate to have cooked all this food for no reason. And seeing his handsome face would be relieving,”
As Bulma gulped down her first mouthful of food, she flicked her azure eyes on her mother curiously, “Relieving?” she questioned.
Bunny paused before taking a sip of her tea, “Well it’s unlike him to not show up for breakfast, I’m worried,”
Despite having a mouth full of food, Dr Briefs attempted to calm his wife, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much dear. He’s more than capable of looking after himself,”
As her parents continued rattling about Vegeta, Bulma began understanding her mother’s concern:
            ‘No sleep and no food. It definitely is out of his character,’
            “He’s most likely out there right now blasting down some mountains,” Dr Briefs chuckled before finishing off his plate of eggs and sausages.
            ‘Well that’s true,’ Bulma thought, ‘But after the way he stormed off…I have a feeling he’s hiding something…’
She chowed down and egg whilst resting her head on her hand looking distracted as her mind wouldn’t quit thinking of her crush, briefly her mother interrupted her thoughts.
            “Sweetie, I was thinking tonight you could wear that red dress you had bought from Penelope’s,” her perfect teeth gleaming as she smiled.
Bulma peeked up and returned her a smile, “Good idea. By the way who else will be coming?”
Dr Briefs had finished his breakfast and decided to head back to the builders, “Only a select few,” he mentioned, “Some close friends,”
            “Good,” Bulma added as he left, “I don’t enjoy the pretending-to-be-cheery side of parties,”
The intelligent female began playing with her food by stabbing the yolk of the remaining egg and watching it bleed. She constantly jabbed the egg with her fork whilst her mother watched nervously:
            “Is there something wrong?” Bunny glared at her daughter from behind her cup of tea, leaning over the table as she did so.
Ignoring her completely, Bulma continually lost herself in her thoughts, ‘I feel like there’s something I’ve done wrong,’ with the remaining bacon she swirled it around the plate, covering it in egg yolk, ‘I don’t know where to begin with him… he’s so complex. After the incident in the bathroom I thought maybe I had finally broken him down a little. Convinced him I’m someone he’s safe with, someone he can trust. And still, he avoids me’
Bunny rose from her seat distracting Bulma momentarily, she took her husband’s plate and placed it in the sink before exiting;
            “I’m going to check the dressing room and prepare an outfit for tonight,” she explained before leaving.
            “Okay,” Bulma breathed.
Being left lonesome, she took a lengthy breath in, ‘But what could I have done? Have I been so maddening that I’ve driven him away? He always says I annoy him,’ she dropped the fork down on the plate and began rubbing her head in aggravation, ‘Oh, just look at me. Only a man like Vegeta could have a woman like me doubting herself. I’m strong enough to play his games, maybe that’s why he insults me so much… to see just how much I can take before I snap,’ using the fork to cut off a slither of egg she planted it in her mouth, ‘He needs me for his training, he needs my Dad for his ranting and my Mom for her cooking… he’ll be back,’
Perking up, she finished her egg and the rest of the bacon, ‘If I’ve calculated everything right, Vegeta will be happy with my progress… I hope this is enough to get a ‘thank you’,’
Having eaten her food she placed the plate in the sink and left the food out on the table in case Vegeta returned soon. She decided to go over to see Hanzo and check out the drone anchor before readying her dress for the party.

AN: As always feel free to let me know what you think! And I really can't wait to get the next chapter out, it's going to be a lot more satisfying ;)
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