Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Sheep and the Hedgehog ❯ A Quick Pause ( Chapter 9 )

 

 

Note: Hi again. I´m truly sorry I have taken so long once more… Real life, again, took its price. Too many things, like a snotty father deciding to retrain my computer time, until an absorbing job, got in the way. And I refer myself to the Original version, in Portuguese! To translate for English is taking forever. Don´t worry, as the title says, this is just a brief pause at the current happenings - remember that the whole story is about what happened to Vegeta and Bulma in the past. Who´ll feel confused at this, just give again a good look at the Prologue.

Thanks for the ones who´ve kept following despite my delays, and asking for updating! I promise the next chaps will come sooner, now.(Obs: the chap has been beta-ed. This note hasn´t, that´s why it´s not so readable. ;) )

 

 

A Quick Pause

 

 

Back to present…

 

 

Vegeta gave the woman a shocked look. She wasn´t supposed to know until

he was far away and out in space. He already would be there, actually,

if he didn´t need her help so much. Less surprising than the fact of

Bulma knowing, however, was the way she was behaving. He had been

prepared for screaming, tears or threats of definite expulsion if she

happened to know before time hand. Anything would do but that calm, cold

behavior, as if he was going to spend a few days in a nearby city, and not

almost one year out on space. But his surprise didn´t last too long.

Sometimes, he could swear that imp of a woman read his mind.

 

“How did you know that I´m leaving? Have you been spying on me?”

 

“Silly. Who´d need to spy, with momma down there in the kitchen

preparing some snacks for your trip?” her tone suggested that the `snack'

would be enough to feed a family of Saiyans instead of only one. “But even

before that I already knew. Dad told me a couple of days ago that you

`asked' him to prepare the ship. Since you´ve forgotten to threaten to

kill him if he shut his mouth, he thought it was not a secret.”

 

Vegeta raised one of the corners of his mouth.

 

“Actually, he asked me not to forget to bless him with a quick and

painless death, in case of the Androids defeat us.”

 

Bulma rolled her eyes.

 

“That´s very much like him,” she sighed. Both shared half-smiles at

Bulma´s parents´ irritating oddities.

 

“If you weren´t a scientist like your father and a boy-loving boy-crazy

like your mother, I would think you were adopted,” he remarked.

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Make your own conclusions,” the prince stated as he closed his eyes

and smirked.

 

A shadow of confusion clouded Bulma´s eyes. Vegeta was chatering, beating around the bush and that was not like him. He was always so direct and to the point.

 

“You didn´t respond to my first question,” she ventured.

 

Silence.

 

“I can ask it again, if you forgot what I asked before,” the woman

insisted.

 

His smirk vanished to be replaced by an irritated frown.

 

“She must be crazy to have me out of her blasted hair. Good. I didn´t

think that would be so easy.”

 

“I´m not deaf. I heard your question at the first time you asked it,”

He finally snapped.

 

Bulma opened her mouth to ask why he hadn´t responded before, but

another glare from Vegeta silenced her. Didn´t she prefer it if he went

right to the subject? So that was what he did.

 

”I need more of those battle suits. That´s the only reason why I´m

still here,” he explained, in his concise, yet rather tactless way.

 

“The only reason why I´m still here…

the only reason… “ The cruel words echoed over and over in Bulma´s brain, clashing painfully against the walls of her already pained skull. She took several moments before inhaling a few

calming breaths and felt sure she could talk without her true emotions

betraying her.

 

“What would have become of you if I wasn´t a rich, generous, girl with

plenty of assets (besides being pretty, of course)?” she sighed again

and reached for a drawing in her desk. She slowly opened the drawer,

took from it a small capsules box and tossed it displicently (I'm not sure

which word you mean here. Explicity?) for the prince.

 

He caught the box easily, opened it and frowned after examining the

contents.

 

“What kind of joke is this? This box has only four capsules.”

 

”Uh-uh,” the female scientist wiggled a finger playfully. “But each of

these capsules has a big container filled with clothes. You´ve got

there a supply for at least one year.”

 

Any person other than Vegeta would have gaped, but he just raised his

eyebrows in admiration and put the small box in his pocket. He shouldn´t

be so surprised. They both knew that, soon or later, that trip would

happen, he had just it.

 

“You´re making these clothes faster now. Funny, to make the first one

you took almost one month.” The Saiyan teased, more because he no longer

had a reason to remain there than for anything else.

 

Bulma shrugged at his words and humphed in response.

 

“I could have done it much more quickly, if you hadn´t been in my hair

all the time.”

 

That was not entirely true, but it didn´t matter at all.