Chapter 9:
Bulma took off into the sky, heading home. She would get her Gravity Bubble tonight and surprise the girls tomorrow morning. They could have a year of intense training and then go home free! Stupid Royal Tradition. They would have to learn the hard way that some girls had other lives.
She flew as fast as she could, not even noticing the Prince tailing her.
Vegeta smirked. She was being careless, not even checking to see if anyone was following her. His smirk fell. What was she doing out of the dorms past curfew? Was her room not adequate enough for her? Or did she miss someone, family? �Or another male?
He unconsciously sped up, not caring if she saw him or not. If she dared to see any other males during her one year of purification, she wouldn�t be clean enough for him. His power level rose, and he didn�t even notice it.
Bulma did. She looked behind her as soon as she felt it. She saw him. Oh crap! I�m not supposed to be out after ten! Shit! She sped up. Maybe he wasn�t following her.
She dove toward her town, and grimaced when he promptly angled down after her. What was with him? Why did he care where she was going? She ran to her house as fast as she could. He didn�t know where she lived.
Vegeta landed in the same spot she had moments after. He sniffed the air and immediately caught her scent going south. He followed, angry for some reason that she might have affections for another. Why? She wasn�t his � yet. He followed her trail to the end of a street where it led to a huge house. Is this where she lives?
He was about to go right into the house, demand she come back with him, and leave when he heard the rustling of leaves in the back yard. He smirked.
He looked around the corner of the house and saw her. She was staring at a dome, looking for something. He watched as she smiled. What the hell was she doing?
Bulma flew up a few feet and pressed the button at the top of the dome. A huge �BOOM!� followed that knocked her away at an alarming force. She looked in the direction she was headed and gasped � she was aiming right for her kitchen window.
Vegeta acted without thinking. It was obvious she was out of control and that if she went through the window, the whole neighborhood would wake up to find him and Bulma � alone�at night�under Age�shit!
Bulma closed her eyes. She had tried to stop by flying in the opposite direction, but it only delayed the coming disaster. She was shocked when she hit something hard but heard no glass break. She opened one eye. And then the next. She was staring right into a muscular chest. She followed that muscular chest up to see a chorded neck, then a chiseled jawbone, and then a pair of handsome, smirking lips.
�Damn it Vegeta! Why�d you follow me? What the hell do you want?� Bulma pounded on his chest with her fists.
Vegeta laughed.
�You may address me as Prince Vegeta, freak.� He grabbed her wrists and held them.
She wanted to spit in his face right then and there, but his eyes and hers met, and she froze. His eyes were onyx, the blackest eyes she had ever seen on a Saiyan. They seemed to shine with an unholy light. What was so different about them? Every Saiyan had black eyes. She shook her head in an attempt to knock her straying thoughts away. She was supposed to be mad at him, not admiring his wonderfully proportioned body � STOP IT!
Vegeta just stared. Her eyes were blue. He�d known that before, but now he got to see them up close and personal. They were different of course, but in more ways than just color. Emotions flittered across them like so many birds � terror, confusion, awe, and something else he couldn�t place. He stood there, amazed that he could be trapped in the blue pools.
Bulma squirmed uneasily under his scrutiny.
�Vegeta?� she asked. Her voice was almost a whisper. What was wrong with him? His eyes were different. He�he wanted something. What does he want? She wondered.
Damn I wish I was of Age� He did want something. It had to do with Bulma, but he didn�t know what. All he knew was that he had to wait one year. Until they were of Age.
One of his hands went to her hair, and he pulled the rubber band out of it. Her hair fell down her shoulders, bouncing lightly. He plunged his free hand into it, letting it fall between his fingers. Bulma jerked away from him. From his touch. What is he doing? Her eyes had a terrified look in them and she was trembling. Her tail tightened unconsciously around her waist. He saw that and was shaken from his thoughts.
Vegeta let her hands go. She backed away, frightened. They were both trembling. What was happening to them? Why was he so obsessed with her? He shouldn�t be feeling these things until a year from now! Or was he even feeling anything? They were both stepping into new territory. And it was scaring the shit out of them. But he wanted it more than anything. How weird.
She growled.
�My name is Bulma.�
He looked at her.
�I know that!�
�Well I won�t call you Prince Vegeta as long as you call me freak!� Bulma turned around and headed back to where the dome had disappeared. She bent down and grabbed the small capsule.
After his shock had ebbed, he growled.
�I�ll call you whatever the hell I want freak!� He stopped her from leaving.
She wasn�t daunted.
�And it had better be Bulma, you asshole. I know my own little words, bastard.� She walked right by him and shot off into the sky, not looking back. She was being such a bitch to him because on the inside she was really shaking at the knees. If he kept doing stuff like that to her she was going to fly off the handle!
She was caught up with her thoughts so she really didn�t care when he caught up with her.
�What the hell did you come here for?� he asked.
She looked at him, smiling.
�Well, this is a little something that my dad and I worked on. He�s in the Royal Science Wing, you know.�
He humphed.
She just ignored him.
�It reduces the size of an object and then encapsulates it into these,� she held up the little plastic tube, �which makes it easier to carry around.�
He just stared at her. He had heard of them of course, but he hadn�t known that she had helped make them. Briefs was his name, the inventor. Her father. Bulma Briefs.
�Well, what did you �encapsulate�?�
She smirked.
�I�m not telling you.� With that she sped up and shot forward, back to the dormitory. He couldn�t follow her to the girls� dormitories. That would look wrong. He sighed. He�d find out later. Besides, he smirked, that�ll give me another excuse to see her.