Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch)

300-times gravity (vegebul)

"Well then... give birth to a healthy baby, Bulma!"
"Huh?!"
But then Goku and the rest hissed away into the sky.
Krillin, still wearing Master Roshi's sunglasses, turned to Bulma. "A baby?" he asked confused. "Are you pregnant?"
She looked at him skeptically. "No! His journey through space must have driven him crazy!"
But Yamcha had a completely different explanation for this. Fists on hips, he put on a goofy face and exclaimed, "Indirectly, he probably wanted to know when we're going to get married and have kids! He's already a family dad himself!"
Bulma didn't reply.

And even now that she was still thinking about it, she didn't know what to say back then.
Marriage? Children? If she was honest, she had never thought about how far she would go with Yamcha and whether she would even consider such drastic steps with him. Because the way it was between them was actually okay. Even if it didn't feel as exciting as it used to... But that's just the way things went.
But did Yamcha actually see it that way? Because although his comment had hinted how infatuated he still was with her, Bulma couldn't shake off the feeling that he 'roamed around' for quite some time.
He'd become a pretty confident guy over the past few years - thanks to his successful baseball career as a member of the Taitans! After all, he was one of the best players of all time! And the many autograph sessions had ensured that, unlike in the past, he no longer seemed particularly afraid of contact with women. More than once Bulma had caught him stalking other women or flirting with them furtively. Although she liked confident guys, this behavior bothered her a lot and often caused jealousy to flare up in her.
But even Yamcha was not immune to jealous feelings.
Which were particularly evident since a certain someone had moved into the Capsule Corporation. Dressed in yellow trousers and pink shirt with a very appropriate BADMAN-writing on the back. And his mere presence made Yamcha's self-confidence shrink...

„Hey!"
When Yamcha was spoken to so abruptly in the hallway, he turned around with a disgruntled face. Because he knew exactly who had called for him.
"That annoying woman's old man, where is he?" Vegeta asked him.
"You mean Dr Briefs?"
Vegeta growled. "Yes. Where's that damn geezer?'
Yamcha kept his disgruntled face, but then waved his arm in the right direction. "He should be in the atrium."
Vegeta just passed him without saying thank you and Yamcha turned with his movement, clenched his fists, muscles visibly tensing under his white sweatshirt. This guy was just so rude! But at the same time he scared the hell out of him. There was no way he could have matched him in his life... and so he preferred to keep his feet still.
Just little later, Bulma came out of her lab, holding an empty coffee cup. She wore an orange vest over her red-striped dress, with red sneakers. Her hair was teased into a lush mane.
"I still can't believe you let him live with you!" Yamcha snapped at her angrily but she just calmly replied, "Don't pee your pants... He's just our best shot at beating the androids. Right after Goku, of course."
"Wha--? I'm NOT even peeing my pants!"
"Yeah yeah," Bulma said indifferently. "But something different, Yamcha. How's it going tonight? Is our date still standing?"
Then Yamcha's view changed abruptly. "Oh um, so you know..." He scratched the back of his head. "We'll have to postpone that, I'm afraid. You know I can't neglect my training. The Taitans are counting on me!"
Bulma pursed her lips in disappointment. Her eyes rested in his. And Yamcha already raised his hands soothingly, expecting an angry lecture.
But Bulma reacted surprisingly calmly. "Okay. What a pity."
Then she just left him and walked down the rounded hallway. On her way to the foyer she held her cup with both hands and looked down thoughtfully.
//That was clear again,// she thought and her gaze became increasingly angry. //Typical Yamcha... He lie to my face so boldly! I bet--//
Suddenly she had to stop abruptly because Vegeta had crossed her path and just kept walking carelessly.
"Hey, what the...?!" She had to dodge him and then she looked after him angrily.
But he didn't respond to her and just walked straight out of the Capsule Corporation through the main door. As it closed behind him, Bulma could hear him leaping away with an energy jump.
//What's he thinking, just ignoring me like that?!// she asked herself and stared angrily towards the door for a while.
Then Dr Briefs came from the atrium and she turned to look at him.
"Hey Dad, where is Vegeta going?"
"Hm? Oh, he'll get me some more items for finishing the gravity room. It has to be durable if it's going to take a beating from him, you know?"
Bulma crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, I hope he doesn't destroy it right away..."
"It would be great if you could maintain and improve the room!"
"Yeah, sure," she answered with a sigh and then went towards the kitchen.
She was a bit upset because she had to think about Yamcha so much. And now he canceled the date for tonight? As if she hadn't already guessed it...

A few days later Dr Briefs finally completed the gravity room for Vegeta. And he couldn't wait to try it! He stood in front of the entrance, just in pants and sneakers, the fists he had clenched.
"Kakarot trained under 100-times gravity," he said to himself. "So I'll have to triple that and train under 300-times gravity!"
"Actually, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Dr Briefs advised him. "Assuming you weigh say, about 175 or so pounds, that'd be approximately 18 tons of pressure!"
"Tch. That's only three times that Kakarot did... There's no way I can't handle it!"
So without referring to Dr Brief's warnings, Vegeta headed to the space capsule to begin his training. But not only Dr Briefs thought that his ambitions were a bit overstated. Bulma, who, as promised, took care of the maintenance of the system, shared his opinion.
"That Vegeta is unbelievable," she muttered to herself as she made some minor repairs to the chamber's outer wall. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and then looked at the door. "Training under 300-times gravity? Is he trying to kill himself?"
Not a peep could be heard from inside, because the capsule had been double and triple soundproofed. But even without being able to hear anything, Bulma was sure that Vegeta was training like a maniac in there. And she wasn't far off the mark with her assumption that he wanted to kill himself. Because Saiyans are known to gain strength every time they were at the threshold of death.
So Vegeta trained day after day to reach that exact threshold.

And when Bulma made her way back to the gravity room one afternoon to make sure it was working properly, the apparently death-wishing Saiyan came out the door.
"V-Vegeta!" she exclaimed, put down her toolbox and ran towards him. "What are you doing?!"
Because at that moment he had fallen to his hands and knees, panting heavily.
"Shut up, woman," he moaned, annoyed of her approaching. "Leave me be...!"
Bulma was offended and backed away from him immediately. "Oh, you don't want my help? Fine, suit yourself!"
She put on a sulky expression, turned around on the spot, and then promptly went back the way she had come. She picked up her tool box off the ground on the way.
//What an idiot!// she thought meanwhile, embarrassed that she even cared about him. She really had better things to do than check on this stubborn guy who didn't want her help anyway!
So she sat back in her lab and continued to work on... on...
"Damn, I can't concentrate," she had to say and looked at the clock. Several hours had passed and she couldn't help but wonder how Vegeta was doing in the meantime. Or the gravity room. Or was she more worried about Vegeta...?
"Sheesh!" Annoyed by her own thoughts, she ran both hands through her lush, wavy hair. Then she stared at her screen for a moment. And finally she slammed her hands on the table, pushed her chair back noisily, and stood up. After all, she wouldn't be able to continue working until she made sure that Vegeta hadn't smashed the expensive, new gravity room into scrap!
So she went outside again. And obviously it happened that way that he stepped out of the door at that moment, completely exhausted. For the second time that day! Dusk had already fallen and Vegetas body cast a long shadow on the cobblestone ground.
Groaning, he fell to his hands and knees again. "Ngh..."
//He seriously went in there again?!// Bulma wondered as she spotted him in the distance. //He was already exhausted before!//
Vegeta had already figured out that it would take his body a while to fully adjust to 300-times gravity. And he would keep torment himself until he got used to it - because only then he would obtain an advantage on that damn Kakarot!
Bulma had not expected such self-destructive ambition.
"You're insane," she commented as she approached, arms crossed. "Don't you think you should take a break?"
But Vegeta just replied an annoyed growl.
Who did this woman actually think she was? Did she think she could boss him around just because she let him live in her house? At first he might have put up with it, but now he finally had his perfect training spot and really better things to do than wasting his valuable time with her!
Finally he got to his feet, still out of breath... and Bulma couldn't help but stare at him. His sweating body glistened in the evening sun, his bare chest heaved with his heavy breathing, his mouth was open and one eye squinted. Even now she couldn't deny that his face - no matter how angry he might look - had something cute about it... But saying it directly to that face was probably not a good idea, even back then after their return to earth. But Bulma didn't care at all. She always said what she thought.
Just like at that moment. "You're not going to make any progress if you keep this up..."
Now Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his chest and turned away from her in deliberate disregard. What was that pathetic earthwoman trying to tell him? She hadn't the faintest idea how the transformation into a Super Saiyan worked!
"Why don't you just ask Goku what he does to turn into a Super Saiyan?"
As soon as this absurd suggestion escaped Bulma's lips, Vegeta's eyes flashed aggressively and he turned to her. "I'll rather die before I ask that low-class loser's help!!"
She just rolled her eyes. "Yeah? There you go, then just try dying."
"What did you say?!" Vegeta replied, his pupils contracting and his hair seemed to stand up even more. Judging by the look on his face, he was close to a fit of rage. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to you ridiculous woman?!"
Bulma raised her arms, unperturbed. "Yeah, you're the almighty Saiyan prince, aren't you?" she replied snippy. "Well, I guess that settles it then. Good luck!"
She turned to leave but paused for a moment and then looked back over her shoulder.
"And one more thing. In case YOU don't know who YOU'RE talking to. My name is Bulma Briefs and you are here at my home, Capsule Corporation! Better remember that!"
And when she finally started to move Vegeta just looked after her angrily. This annoying woman could really piss him off!


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