Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Catastrophe ❯ Vegeta's Catastrophe ( One-Shot )
Vegeta's Catastrophe by: Kaialicious
Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama. I have in no way made any profit off Toriyama's work other than to create a fictional tale for my personal enjoyment.
Author's Note: This tale takes place in an alternate universe, of course. By that, I mean that Bulma and Vegeta have been living together for a while, but their relationship is not intimate (as of yet). In addition, Goku is alive in this realm (let's face it; encounters with Vegeta and Goku are hilarious).
To give a short summary of this tale, an experiment of Bulma goes awry and Vegeta has to come to her rescue.
Words in italics are thoughts or are spoken with emphasis.
*****
The explosion startled Vegeta, not because of its ferocity, but because of the direction that it came from. Vegeta left the gravity chamber and hurried towards the eastern wing of the house. It was where Bulma's home lab was located.
What has that imbecile done now? He thought angrily.
By the time that he reached the lab, a thick, black layer of smoke was coming out of the doorway. Vegeta threw himself into the room and growled in disgust when he could not see a thing. He flared up his ki energy. The blanket of black smoke cleared a path around him. He walked towards Bulma's desk. He noticed that the wooden surface was singed. The woman's instruments were damaged beyond recognition. Her white lab coat, which was now covered with soot from the smoke, was on the floor.
Vegeta searched the room, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.
The blast could have thrown her out of the window, he thought and rushed over to it. He peered out of the broken window frame and looked down into the back yard. He breathed a sigh of relief when he did not see her crumpled form down below on the ground.
The fact that she was not in the room set his nerves on edge. Had the explosion obliterated her into ash? He shuddered at the thought.
"Meow."
The tiny cry drew his attention. He lifted Bulma's tattered, lab coat from off of the floor.
"What the…"
A hairy blue ball of fur stared up at him.
"Meow."
Vegeta frowned. It seemed as though Dr. Briefs had gotten himself another rodent for a pet.
"Meow," the cat limped forward and wound itself around Vegeta's feet.
Vegeta growled at the tiny thing. He nudged it with his foot. "Go away," he told it.
The cat purred and rubbed its face against his leg. Vegeta made a sound of disgust and picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck. He looked at the strange blue animal. There was something familiar about it.
Vegeta sniffed the air. He could smell the acrid scent of smoke mingled with Bulma's scent. The latter aroma was coming from the tiny beast. Vegeta brought the creature closer to his nose and inhaled. The fragrance was clearly feminine and exclusively Bulma's.
All at once, the realization of what had happened to the irritating Earthling became obvious to him. The blue fur ball was Bulma. How could he have been so blind? He had found the cat beneath her lab coat. It had Bulma's big blue eyes and her bright blue hair. That alone should have tipped him off.
"Well, this is another fine mess that you have gotten yourself into, you stupid human."
"Meow."
Vegeta supposed that her inability to talk was at least one good thing that came out of her mishap. However, the prospect of having no one to prepare his meals or launder his clothes was proving to be a difficult thing to imagine. He certainly could not and would not do such menial tasks. He was a prince, and had never had to perform any tedious jobs that were beneath him. Oh, yes. Once or twice when he was on missions for Freiza, he had to hunt and cook his own food, but that had been because he was without the services of a personal servant.
Bulma performed her duties to him quite well, despite his constant attacks on her cooking. The foolish thing always became angry and yelled at him. Vegeta wondered why she could not see that he was only teasing her. Had her cooking truly have been bad, he would not have kept eating it. Although, then she would not have tried harder to please him with her cooking. The important thing was that she already knew his favorite foods, and Vegeta would have a hard time adjusting to someone else's cooking.
He made a decision to find some way of turning her back to normal. His only option was to take Bulma to her father, Dr. Briefs. He would know what to do. After all, the two were of the same blood and were of the same mind when it came to science. There should be no problem.
He tucked the unfortunate Bulma into the crook of his arm and grumbled beneath his breath when she began to purr. "Don't get too comfortable," he warned.
"Meow."
"Baka…"
He first took her to his room, because he had to change out of his training gear. He placed her on his bed and took a quick shower. He donned a pair of khaki pants, a white t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers.
She was the one who purchased his clothes. Even though Vegeta knew what he liked, he did not relish the fact that he would have to go shopping for it. The idea of shopping was foreign to him. In the past, what ever he had wanted had simply been given to him. Here on Earth, one had to buy the things one wanted. They were not offered to you for nothing.
"Come on," he snapped at her and collected her from the bed. She let out a small cry and Vegeta halted. "What's wrong?"
He held her weight in the palm of his hand and examined her limbs. When he touched her left front paw, she cried out again. Kuso. She was hurt; a broken bone, from the looks of it. It posed as another problem that he had to resolve.
He left the room and brought her to the other side of the Briefs estate where Dr. Briefs and Mrs. Briefs lived in their own large house. Bulma's house was relatively new, and had been built on the same estate as her parent's domicile. The doctor had seen nothing wrong in allowing Vegeta to stay with his daughter. Not when he was practically her intended. At least, it was the impression that Bulma had given him, unbeknownst to Vegeta.
Vegeta entered the Briefs home and stopped as Bulma's mother came out of the kitchen with a tray of cookies and tea. "Vegeta, what a surprise! You're just in time. I was going to have my self a cup of tea. Would you like to have some?"
Vegeta's face flushed. Mrs. Briefs was always trying to feed him. She was much too polite. It was embarrassing. Her painful sweetness made it hard for him to be upset with her. He just couldn't do it. The woman had no clue of his temper, for he had hidden it well from her. Dr. Briefs, however, was another story.
"No, I'm fine," he told Bulma's mother. "I came to see your husband."
"Oh! He's in his lab. You can go right in." Her eyes suddenly lighted on the cat beneath Vegeta's arm. She placed the serving tray on the coffee table, clasped her hands together and said, "How adorable! A little kitty! And what a beautiful kitty it is! Yes, you are!"
Vegeta sweat dropped. His eye twitched as the woman's voice lowered an octave as she attempted to talk to the cat as if it was a child. Bulma was no help. She meowed and purred at the ridiculous attention that she was getting.
Vegeta cleared his throat and announced, "I must see Dr. Briefs now."
Mrs. Briefs smiled at the cat and replied, "Yes, of course."
Vegeta beat a hasty retreat and went off to find Bulma's father. He knew his way around the house quite well. He had lived there previously, and had memorized almost every room. He entered Dr. Briefs' lab and watched in curiosity as the old man tested out what appeared to be a transporting device. The doctor placed his black cat within one of the cylindrical pods at the end of his worktable. He pressed a button on a hand held remote and the cat vanished in a poof of smoke. It reappeared in the other pod at the opposite side of the table.
"Hmm. It worked." Dr. Briefs said with satisfaction.
"Is this what you occupy your time with? Stupid magic tricks?"
Vegeta had startled him into dropping the remote. It fell apart when it hit the floor. The doctor groaned in disappointment.
Another project foiled by the prince, Dr. Briefs sighed. "Vegeta, what brings you here?"
"Your daughter," the Saiyan prince answered. He walked over to the worktable and set down his little passenger. Dr. Briefs' cat spied the furry bundle and walked over to it curiously.
"Oh?"
"She has found herself in a bit of a predicament," Vegeta began to explain. "There was an explosion."
"Goodness! Was anyone hurt?" Dr. Briefs asked with concern.
Not one to mince words, Vegeta gestured at the blue cat and told him, "Your daughter took the brunt of the explosion. When I found her, she was as you see her now. "
Dr. Briefs lowered his gaze to the two cats that were tentatively sniffing each other. The blue coloring of the strange cat looked remarkably like…
"Bulma?" He bent down to take a closer look at her. "How did this happen?"
"I told you," Vegeta said gruffly, "there was an explosion in her lab and when I found her she was a blasted cat. She must have been working on some ridiculous experiment and it backfired on her."
"This would be the one experiment that she would have failed," Dr. Briefs muttered.
"What are you babbling about?"
Dr. Briefs cleared his throat and straightened. "Bulma has been doing some research on ancient spells. She considers them to be based more on science than magic. It has become a sort of hobby for her."
"You mean that you knew of this?"
"She did consult me beforehand. She wanted to know if it was something that she should pursue," Dr. Briefs shrugged.
"And you let her waste her time on this nonsense! Now look at what's happened to her!" Vegeta clenched his fists and came around the table to stand threateningly before the eccentric scientist.
Dr. Briefs raised his hands, palms out, in an attempt to placate the angry prince. "Now Vegeta, even if I had discouraged her from doing it she still would have done it. You know how stubborn she can be."
"You are her father. You should have some authority over her. No wonder she is always getting into trouble. You did not discipline her enough!"
It was true that Dr. Briefs had always given his little girl whatever she had wanted, and that she had been a rather vain child, but Bulma had not needed to be disciplined. Disciplining her would have restricted her intelligence. She seemed to have turned out fine to him. She was just a little high-spirited.
"Bulma is a good daughter and that is enough for me," he replied.
Vegeta growled at his calm response and shouted, "GOOD DAUGHTER OR NOT, YOU HAD BETTER GET HER BACK TO NORMAL OR I WILL BLAST YOU INTO THE NEXT DIMENSION!"
"Yes, of course!" Dr. Briefs swallowed audibly. Vegeta could make a lion jump through hoops with that temper of his. "I'll have to see her notes."
"There is a good chance that they blew up in the explosion," Vegeta told him.
"Well, we could always invest in cat litter and tuna fish for my little princess."
Vegeta snarled and yelled at him. "You want me to kill you! Is that it?"
"Meow!" Bulma drew both of their attentions.
Dr. Briefs' cat was rubbing up against Bulma, purring and looking at her as if she was the best thing since cat food. Vegeta frowned at the black cat and felt a muscle in his jaw twitch. What the hell did the little pest think that he was doing? "Get away from her!" He swatted the cat off the table with his hand. Dr. Briefs caught it before it could hit the ground.
"I suggest that you get started this instant! You can first start by mending her. She is injured."
"Vegeta, I'm not that kind of a doctor," Dr. Briefs informed him.
A vein pulsed in the prince's forehead.
"You'll have to take her to the veterinarian."
His eye twitched.
"I can refer you to an excellent vet. I've taken my cat to his clinic several times," Dr. Briefs kept on blabbering.
Vegeta grabbed the lapels of the doctor's lab coat and said through clenched teeth, "Listen to me, old man! You will take her to this vet, and you will have him fix her! When you have accomplished doing that, you will return here immediately and start developing a way of turning her back to normal! Is that clear!"
Sweat beaded the doctor's forehead. "She is my daughter, Vegeta. I'll see that she is taken care of."
Satisfied with his response, Vegeta let the scientist go and walked out of the room. Bulma would be taken to an infirmary of some sort. He supposed that she would be all right without him. There was nothing left for him to do but continue his training. The growl that came from his stomach said differently.
"You poor dear! You must be famished!" Mrs. Briefs had appeared out of nowhere. "I've cooked something special just for you!"
She held a tray filled with bowls of roasted meat, rice, and stir-fried vegetables. Vegeta's stomach rejoiced audibly. His face reddened at his body's lack of control. He quietly followed Mrs. Briefs to the dining area and sat down at the table as she placed the meal before him.
"I know how you like Bloody Marys." She put the drink before him and smiled. Such a good boy, she thought. She left him to check on the cake that she was baking in the oven.
She knew how Saiyan men loved to eat.
*****
Dr. Briefs returned from the vet with Bulma. Her paw was wrapped up tightly, the bone set in place.
"Where is the Dragon Radar?" Vegeta asked Dr. Briefs.
"What? Why?"
"I am going to search for the DragonBalls and wish your daughter back to normal."
"Oh. Well, hold on, I'll get it for you." he deposited Bulma into Vegeta's hands.
Bulma stared up at him, her little nose twitching.
Vegeta frowned at her and said, "Do you see how much trouble you have caused?"
"Meow."
"That had better be an apology."
*****
"Hello, any body home?"
The sudden sound of a familiar visitor shattered Vegeta's relative calm.
"Great, Kakarott is here."
He had been getting ready to leave.
The lumbering childlike Saiyan entered the Briefs home as if he was part of the family.
"What are you doing here?" Vegeta asked him.
"I thought that you wanted to spar. You've been hinting at it for a long time now."
"You couldn't have come at a worse time, Kakarott."
"Hmm?" Goku was confused.
Vegeta told him all that had happened.
"Hey, I'll go with you, okay?" Goku insisted.
Vegeta seriously doubted that the idiot would be of any help to him. "I don't think that that will be necessary."
"Now what kind of Saiyan would I be if I let the prince of my race go off on his own? There could be things out there that you don't know anything about. I could be your guide. Doesn't that sound fun?"
"No!"
Goku looked crestfallen.
"You'll only get in my way with your incessant babbling."
"I don't talk that much."
The backpack that Vegeta carried began to move, catching Goku's attention. A ball of blue fur popped out of the sack and inquisitively looked up at Goku.
"Meow."
"Aaaawww. Isn't she cute?" Goku pulled the creature free and cuddled it to his cheek. "Did the mean old Vegeta put the kitty witty in his bag?"
"Meow."
Vegeta gnashed his teeth and yelled, "Will you shut up? If you are coming along with me, you had better stop that ridiculous baby talk!"
"Sure, Vegeta. No problem. I'll hold on to Bulma. I don't think that she likes being inside of that bag."
Vegeta grumbled something indistinct and ascended into the air. Goku followed behind him, Bulma cradled in his arms.
*****
The Dragon Radar indicated that the two star ball was located several leagues over the ocean. They found the ball imbedded in a floating coconut shell. When Vegeta picked up the coconut, a shark broke the surface of the water and narrowly missed his hand. Enraged, Vegeta fired a thin energy blast at the creature, disintegrating the poor animal.
"Vegeta-"
"Not a word, Kakarott!"
The six star DragonBall was at the bottom of a junkyard. Vegeta made Goku fetch it for him.
"I am, the prince of all Saiyans. I cannot be expected to dig through garbage!"
With Bulma carefully perched on top of his head, Goku dug through the pile of smelly rubbish. It took him over an hour to find the ball. When the deed was done, he handed the ball to Vegeta.
"Stand downwind, Kakarott! You smell!"
"Sorry."
After stopping by a lake so that Goku could wash away the stench, they found the five star ball hidden in the rock face of a cliff. Vegeta had quite a laugh as the birds that nested on the cliff pecked at Goku for presumably stealing one of their eggs.
"It's not funny, Vegeta. That hurt," Goku whined, still rubbing his head.
"Show some courage, you big baby."
Goku flushed with embarrassment.
Vegeta himself retrieved the one star DragonBall. It was conveniently located amidst a ruin in an ancient city.
The third star ball was on display in some tycoon's personal museum. The industrialist was in the middle of a party when the Saiyan prince stole the DragonBall from its glass case and threatened to blast anyone who got within two feet of him. The tycoon called Vegeta's behavior primitive and uncivilized. Vegeta on the other hand, did not find his actions rude in the least. After all, he needed the DragonBalls more than the industrialist did.
Goku apologized to the gathering and waved goodbye.
The seven star DragonBall was hidden deep within the Earth in a series of caves up in the mountains. Goku, after placing Bulma in Vegeta's care, took the Dragon Radar and went spelunking. He came back with the DragonBall; his clothes soaked and bat guano in his hair.
"Downwind," Vegeta told him again.
"Meow."
"You too?" Goku pouted.
He rinsed himself off in a nearby stream.
"The four star ball is in the far north." Vegeta informed him.
"It's going to be pretty cold up there."
"Our energy should protect us for a short while."
"Good thing you have your own coat, huh, Bulma?"
"Meow."
With their ki surrounding them like a shield, they sank down into a deep ice chasm. They were forced to walk the serpentine length of it, because of its narrowness. Forty-five minutes later, they found the ball frozen in a thick wall of ice.
"I've got this," Goku said and raised his fist.
"No you fool!"
But it was too late. Goku slammed his fist into the wall. The crush of his fist against the ice resounded through the chasm. All along the glacial walls, large chunks of ice fell free. Goku had caused an avalanche.
"Oops."
"You idiot!" Vegeta tucked Bulma into the backpack. "Get the ball and let's get out of here!"
Goku did as he was told.
They were both resorted to flying out of the chasm. Along the way, ice blocks pelted them. Vegeta made sure that nothing hit his pack, often taking a blow head on to reduce any injury that Bulma might receive.
At one point, a glacier block as large as a whale fell towards them. Goku and Vegeta fired a huge blast at it, obliterating it and every other falling obstacle out of their paths.
They made it out alive.
"Remind me never to accept your help ever again, Kakarott."
Goku laughed nervously.
*****
Back at Capsule Corp., they assembled the DragonBalls in the courtyard. Goku had the honor of summoning the Eternal Dragon.
The sky darkened and Shenron appeared in all of his ancient glory.
Mrs. Briefs and Mr. Briefs, startled by the sudden change in weather, rushed out to see what was happening.
One look at the dragon and Mrs. Briefs was all smiles. "Oh look honey, it's that adorable dragon that Bulma and her friends are always talking about."
Shenron blushed, and then gruffly asked, "What is your wish?"
"Return Bulma to her human form," Vegeta said.
"Your wish has been granted."
The blue haired kitten glowed a bright yellow, and then changed into a humanoid figure. The glow disappeared, leaving a naked Bulma in its stead.
Goku politely looked away. Vegeta stared at her, unashamed.
"Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs was mortified to see her daughter standing there in the buff. "Young lady, this is highly irregular!"
Bulma focused on Vegeta and the others, and then realized that she was feeling a bit chilly. She looked down at herself and cringed.
"Oh, Kami!"
Her father shrugged off his lab coat and placed it around her shoulders. "Don't worry dear, there's no need to be embarrassed."
"I don't understand, dad. How did I get out here? The last thing I remember was that I was in my lab."
"Come inside and I'll tell you what happened."
"We did it Vegeta." Goku said.
Vegeta muttered something under his breath.
"What was that?"
"I said thanks."
"Wow Vegeta, coming from you, that means a lot!"
"Will you get out of here already?" Vegeta snapped and stormed off into the mansion.
Goku grinned knowingly and flew home.
*****
He was sleeping when the explosion occurred. Vegeta was startled awake. As his brain cleared itself from the foggy tendrils of sleep, one word came to mind.
"Bulma."
He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and rushed to the lab. The acrid smell of smoke assaulted his nose. Smoke was also coming from the doors of the lab.
"Damn it, woman!"
She had done it again.
"I hope that you have blown yourself up this time!"
He opened the doors and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her standing all in one piece. She was using the fire extinguisher.
"Oh, hi, Vegeta."
"Hi? Is that all that you have to say? It is three o'clock in the morning!"
Bulma looked surprised. "It is? Wow, where did the time go?"
Vegeta crossed his arms and said, "Listen to me, woman. You are no longer going to pursue these dangerous experiments! I have not the time or the need to keep saving you! Do you hear me?"
"Of course I hear you. You're shouting, Vegeta." She returned the fire extinguisher to its wall bracket. "I guess I could clean this mess up tomorrow."
She walked past Vegeta; her flowery feminine scent intermingled with that of the smoke filling his lungs.
Vegeta felt a coil of desire deep within his belly. He happened to look down at Bulma's impertinent little bottom and froze as he saw a long blue tail hanging from beneath her lab coat.
"No more magic, onna," he told her and seriously considered letting her keep the tail as punishment. He himself found it quite attractive.
*****
The End
This was the second story that I ever created about Bulma and Vegeta. I just took longer to finish it. I think I took so long because I did not want any lemon in it. I am happy with the way that it turned out even if there are no love scenes -which are my specialty. Well, you have read it, so now, please review it and tell me what you think. ^_^