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Learning how to Live	By : Vegetalk Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2504 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vegeta paused outside the kitchen, rolled his eyes and sneered. She was in there, in the way of where he needed to be. Huffing to himself, he stood tall and entered the room with confidence, walking in a straight line towards the refrigerator.
Bulma glanced up from her papers with a mouthful of toast. She was surprised to see him, but wouldn’t show any care and looked back down, ruffling the papers, taking another bite of toast.
She heard the jars clank together as the refrigerator door swung open.
He’d been avoiding her for a few weeks now…
Vegeta had wondered why she hadn’t challenged his silence, but he was grateful. There were far more important things to worry about. Whilst he had actively been avoiding running into her, he had expected the task to be somewhat more difficult than it had been. Before, she would always seek him out, make mindless conversation at him. He reached into the fridge for the plate of cold leftovers the Briefs family always left him.
Bulma heard the fridge door close, and Vegeta’s footfsteps approach behind her. She closed her eyes and stopped chewing her toast, swallowing it quietly.
Vegeta walked past her, and when she opened her eyes again he was almost out the kitchen door…
“Vegeta…”
He stopped, closing his own eyes with a grimace and internal sigh.
After a couple of moments he realized she either didn’t know what to say or had changed her mind about whether it was worth saying. Relieved, he continued.
Bulma took a deep breath and rubbed her face with both hands, leaning back in her chair.
Several days past as they had before. Vegeta spent the entirety of his waking hours, and likely many more sleeping, in the complete solitude of the gravity room.
He threw his fist forward into the air, sweat cascading down his body as he trained under the intense gravity. When all of a sudden, the machine beeped at him and began powering down. He growled, landed on the floor beside the control panel with a light tap and pressed the buttons to reset the system… Bulma had taught him how to do this as it often powered down from overuse, a safety precaution that Bulma insisted “couldn’t be turned off...” following the last rebuild, undoubtedly to get the stubborn saiyan prince to take a break, however brief, from training. Most of the time when this happened it just needed turning off and on again, but this time, nothing. Vegeta tried several times before coming to the realization that he’d have to ask the woman for help. He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth, staring at the intercom as he assessed his options… Training was more important than ignoring her. He pressed the button to call, but it had also ceased to function…
Bulma wiped a grease-covered hand down her overalls and reached for her cup of coffee. She took a step back and stared at the machine she was working on, taking a sip, resting the other hand on her hip.
Vegeta placed his foot down loudly as he entered her lab. He figured that was a little less awkward than having to initiate conversation.
She glanced over her shoulder, and there he was, staring straight at her, dressed in only his training shorts and shoes, perfectly still. She blinked and put her coffee down, realizing what was going on instantly…
“Has the gravi-“ She began, but Vegeta nodded before she could finish, “…Have you tried resetting it?” Vegeta continued to nod, faster, closing his eyes and quirking a brow with annoyance. “Even the phone has ceased working…” He grunted. It was the first time she’d heard him speak since… Her mind wandered.
“That’s odd…” She said - eventually, walking towards him and stuffing her hands into her pockets. He stepped aside to let her through the doorway, following her outside to the gravity room in awkward silence.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest as their footsteps echoed around the chamber. She knelt down and opened up the front of the control box, having a good look inside. He wanted to know how long this was going to take, but more importantly, he wanted to keep interaction with her to a minimum, so he remained patient. He’d let interaction with her progress too far, and he couldn’t risk her getting the wrong idea. He couldn’t risk distraction from his goals… Bulma knew full well that his avoidance was a mixture of punishment, but also a childish inability to deal with it. He was extremely private about anything not directly related to becoming more powerful. Whilst she’d not personally seen their intimate evening together as any more than a fling, it had clearly pushed his boundaries way too far. Now, he was less sociable than ever before. Little more than a robot with one goal, he’d regressed completely. And whether that was his way of intentionally punishing her or simply his own regret, she did not know.
“I can’t see anything wrong…” she finally said. Vegeta quirked a brow, awaiting elaboration. “It’s way simpler when you just blow it up!” She chuckled in hope he’d banter back, but when she emerged, he was already walking towards the door, and she frowned. “The least you can do is acknowledge I’m here and sacrificing my time to help you!” She stood up.
After a brief pause, he glanced over his shoulder without looking at her, “It’s imperative I get back to training as soon as possible…” before leaving the gravity room.
Maybe he was right, but that was besides the point! She rolled her eyes slightly as he left and turned back to the control panel, crossing her arms in thought.
Some time later, he returned from eating, now dressed in a shirt and pants, to find her still working. He grunted, walking into the room and crossing his arms. “Any progress?”
“God Vegeta! You startled me…” She placed her hand on her heart and stood up from examining inside the control box. “No, not yet.” Vegeta looked away from her gaze. “I’m sorry, I’m working as quickly as I can…” she said softly, turning back to the controls. “…I know how important it is to you” she began, thumbling with the wiring, “to become stronger, I mean. And it’s important to me, to all of us, so you can help us when the androids arrive…”
Vegeta sensed this conversation was to become more involving and emotive than he would like. It made him uncomfortable, remembering that a few months ago he’d let himself get too comfortable around her conversation and where that had lead... He glanced at the back of her head as she worked. His life had transformed so drastically, so quickly. The adjusting from his life under Frieza, to a world were people – or at least this person, was aware that she was relying on him to protect them, but where he relied on her for everything. His life was set out to rule and be depended upon as a leader, but that had been taken from him so early. Where he had found the strength to stand up to Freiza, despite failing to succeed and that honor being stolen by Kakarot, was somewhat of a mystery to him. But now his life had some kind of purpose, at least. To become, no… To prove he was stronger than Kakarot. The impending arrival of the androids was his chance to prove himself. Bulma had enabled the insane training regime by providing the best facilities on this planet to do so. Vegeta didn’t understand why she wasn’t afraid of him and even challenged him at times. Or why she’d welcomed him into her home in the first place, provided for him and chosen to be intimate with him. He wasn’t sure whether he liked her cocky and somewhat insane bravery, or if it insulted him. He was slowly realizing there wasn’t much he did understand, including himself.
Bulma wondered if now was the right time to bring up something she’d been meaning to tell him…
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