Count Down From Ten

So It Is

Chapter Nine

(Bulma's POV)

The last couple of days had been bizarrely wonderful, albeit quieter than I thought they would be. I had grown accustomed to a very aggravated and feisty saiyan, but since he returned from space he was more docile than he has ever been. Even though I knew I should have moved back into my room I still went to bed in the saiyans' room. Vegeta didn't seem too bothered by my actions as he had been joining me in the bed the past two nights with no complaint. With my parents being gone for the week we had the house to ourselves; I expected to be pestered by the saiyan more often.

Sure the first morning he came down to the lab to find me so he could demand some breakfast but that had been it. Since that moment he never bothered me for food; it was very unlike him to wait for anybody to cook a meal. I know my mom had done a really good job of keeping food cooked around the clock, I on the other hand cooked on my own hellacious schedule. I have lived with the alien for over a year and I had actually grown used to the man fussing about the most trivial things. I wasn't uncomfortable by the slight shift in the saiyans' personality, hell he told me last night that my food was 'Alright'. Never have I known the saiyan to compliment many things, a girl could get used to this attitude.

Since the saiyan's arrival I have felt almost rejuvenated, I was suddenly bustling with energy. I have found myself in my father and I's private lab more often than not these past few days. I was limited with what I could do for the gravity room but I had made great progress with the ki concealer that Vegeta requested. I had spent most of the day yesterday familiarizing myself with the scouter I had gotten off of that crazy guy Raditz; it was hard to not be absorbed with the alien-technology. I hadn't messed with it much aside from reading power power levels and that's exactly why it was essential to the testing of the ki-cloaker. The hard part was cracking into the system in order to enhance the power reading scale, I didn't want the scouter to explode on me. I had myself ready to pick up where I had left off yesterday, I had to admit this was quite the interesting project.

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I laid the scouter next to my almost completed blue-prints, I stared down at the small device I was planning. I knew how cocky the prince is so I knew exactly what the device was for. The prince didn't want any of the Z-fights snooping on his progress. I figured he would want to flaunt his strength but I had a feeling this time he wanted to keep the others guessing his power-level. Even though I was supposed to focus all my attention on the designing of the cloaking device I had found myself heavily engrossed with the scouter. Initially I thought the scouter could only read power-levels but after a deep-dive into the rest of the database I discovered the device could also be compared to a work phone.

I knew Raditz claimed to be Goku's brother but I hadn't realized his obvious allegiance to Vegeta. I cracked into a section of the scouter that seemed similar to voicemail and boy was it packed full of demands from the prince himself. I listened to a multitude of them, occasionally laughing my heart out at some of the saiyans' choice words. I couldn't help the butterflies in my stomach at the realization that I really did want to know more about the saiyan.

I glared down at the blueprints, I knew I should start building a prototype but it was just too easy to day-dream about the prince; he was quite the distraction. As I wrote some notes in the margin of the blue-prints for the ki concealer I reminded myself that the man I was dealing with was most likely emotionally stunted. Sure he understood anger, disgust, fear, and lust but could he delve past those and dive into uncharted territory.

I know how prideful Vegeta is; his pride may be the only thing he has aside from his monstrous strength. He was a man who would eagerly insult anything, he was always quick to vocalize his irritation to anything not up to his standard. How had I fallen in love with such a barbarous man? I knew the answer to my initial attraction. He was an enigma that I was constantly baffled by. As a scientist I couldn't contain my curiosity.