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Vegeta woke up to the sound of a door closing, startled he looked around for Bulma but found her gone, he lay down and wondered why he felt so dejected that she never hung around in the morning.
It would have been nice, Vegeta supposed, to be able to wake up to find her in his arms for once, to wake up and be ale to hold the most beautiful woman on the ship in his arms. And she was beautiful, those mournful azure eyes and that long glossy aqua hair, and her flawless white skin. Vegeta closed his eyes and moaned, he had to stop thinking like this about her, she was becoming a fixation, why just yesterday he�d found himself trying to imagine what she would look like dressed in a cow girl suit�and he�d been in the middle of a war council meeting.
Vegeta dragged himself out of bed and headed across the shower, he needed a long cold shower to get rid of the cowgirl Bulma images now in his head.
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Bulma slid into her work terminal in the science lab and called up the plans she had been working on in her spare time. They were plans for a Gravity Machine, a kind of training area for insane people who wanted to torture their bodies and at the same time get strong, at least that how she had once though of it. Originally it had been something that Frieza had wanted, now however Bulma was determined to build it so she could train in there, she�d start of at about 2 G and then slowly try to work her way up higher until she was stronger.
She knew she�d never be as strong as Eighteen but it would be interesting to see how strong she could make herself. Bulma detested being a weakling.
�Ah, hello Bulma dear.� Dr Briefs stopped by her computer and looked at the complicated diagrams and equations on the screen, �I see your still trying to figure out how to get your Gravity Machine working?�
�Yeah, I just cant seem to figure out a way to raise the gravity within the ship and not lose the ships structure in the process�I mean I don�t want to be training only to have to the machine crumple in on itself and squish me.� Bulma scratched her head, �It�s impossible.�
�Now, now, nothings impossible, print out a copy of the plans and bring them over to the table, we�ll work through this one together.� Dr Briefs took a sip of coffee and wandered away, �Give me a yell when you have the plans set up.�
�Can do.� Bulma pressed print and waited patiently for the printer. As she did she found her mind wandering back to Vegeta, who was her favourite topic to think on at the moment.
She couldn�t understand why he hadn�t dumped her off yet, according to the talk of the ship he was a serial womaniser and usually only ever took a woman home once and then dumped her off. Bulma wondered how long it would be before it was her neck on the chopping board�she had only been with him a few times but it was longer then any of her predecessors.
�I must be really good in bed or something.� Bulma shrugged to herself. It didn�t matter much, when the time came and he told her to go, she�d leave quietly and willingly and Vegeta would never hear from her again.
Bulma watched as the printer spat out the last page of the plans then she gathered them into her arms and wandered over to the table and set them down.
She waved Dr. Briefs over and they sat down and looked over the plans, trying new formula�s and changing the make up of the room, just as they were making some headway a skittish young officer ran into the room and jogged up to Dr. Briefs, he saluted both the Dr. and herself.
�Dr. Briefs sir, Prince Vegeta has asked to see you and all your head scientists at once in his throne room. We�ve lost contact the space station in the Frost Quadrant, judging from their last communication they�re entire communications system suffered a major break down and they are now unable to communicate with us.�
�OK, young man run along, I�ll be up to he Princes throne room on the double.� Dr. Briefs waved the officer away and looked at Bulma, �I guess we�ll have to wait until we get back to finish your gravity room.�
�Yeah.� Bulma pulled at the name badge on her shirt which Identified her as Bulma, Head Scientist of communications, �We�ll I�ve been meaning to take a trip to the Frost quadrant for years.�
Dr. Briefs looked grim, �I have a bad feeling about this Bulma, King Cold can�t be happy about his sons death, I just hope this isn�t some elaborate trap to kill us all.�
�If Cold was going to attack us he wouldn�t kill us, he�d go straight for Vege�I mean the Prince.� Bulma blushed and went to wait over by the door as Dr. Briefs gathered the 5 other head scientists and brought them over towards her, in a small pack they all marched up to Vegeta�s throne room for their orders.
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Vegeta paced about, he heard the science team enter but ignored them for several seconds as he pondered wether or not sending them into potentially dangerous territory was for the best. He nodded to himself and turned around�and froze.
What is she doing here? Vegeta looked at Bulma who stood with the others in a line, a white lab coat on and her hair back in a messy bun. Vegeta met her eyes and she looked at him for a second and then looked down at the floor as the rest of them were doing. Is she a scientist? I can�t send her to Cold�what if she�s killed�what is she gets�Vegeta cut into his brains panicked thoughts and walked over to Dr. Briefs.
�Dr. Briefs, a slight situation has arisen on the space station at planet Cold, we�ve lost all communications with them and given the political ground on which were currently standing with the Cold Empire that isn�t good. I will be requiring you and the head scientists who specialise in communications and electrical systems to go to the station and repair the failing equipment.� Vegeta wondered what job Bulma had, surely she wouldn�t be head of electrical and communications would she�oh please no�Vegeta silently prayed.
�Of course my Prince. I will leave immediately with Henry and Bulma who were the actual creators of the communication system at planet Cold and Frankie since she is the only one qualified to operate the electrical tools needed to repair it.� Dr. Briefs noticed the slightly pained expression that came over Vegeta�s face when he mentioned Bulma�s name, he knew of the affair the two were having, the whole ship did, and it pleased him no end to see the fierce Vegeta actually worrying about her safety.
�Yes�you may leave immediately.� Vegeta dismissed them but kept Bulma back, Dr. Brief�s left with a small smile, maybe it wasn�t too late for Bulma to feel love after all.
Vegeta meanwhile paced around while Bulma watched, �I don�t want you to go.� He walked over and kissed her, �I don�t want you to go at all.�
�I have to.� Bulma was shocked, he was acting concerned, it was really weird.
�No, you don�t have to, I can make you stay�in fact I should��
Bulma cut him off, �But you wont, I need to go Vegeta, I�m the only one who can write the communication programs for the system. I�ll come back.� Bulma tried to brush him aside, �I�ll be fine, what could go wrong.�
�I�� Vegeta looked unhappy, �but Bulma I lo�.� Paused with his mouth open and then sighed,
�What?� Bulma felt that weird feeling in her stomach start up again, what had he been about to say?
�I�nothing, your right you have to go.� He looked even unhappier then before, �Please don�t get killed or maimed or anything, I want to see you again when you get back. Alive.�
�I�m that good in bed, huh?� Bulma kissed her Prince goodbye and then walked from the room, her footsteps echoing as she left the throne room.
Oh God�how could this happen to me? Vegeta sat on his throne and closed his eyes;
�I love her��