The Saiyan and the Scientist

Chapter Six

Bulmas pov

6 months. Half a year since I've stepped foot on earth. I have to say the saiyans have been really accommodating towards me. They have gotten me everything I've needed from tools to pencils. Vegeta is still so crazily protective of me and I still cannot put my finger on why he is. I just think it's because I'm alien and he knows his race. I wanted to ask the king if I could be given permission to go home to earth for a few weeks as it's my mothers birthday and I'd love to surprise her. I'd mention to him that Vegeta could accompany me so he'd know I'd come back. I'd run the thought through Vegeta when he woke up.

I was in my lab creating a new battle armour fo Vegeta. After many prototypes and the prince becoming all huffy and stubborn I've worked tiredly for weeks trying to get it right.

I stood up clicking my back and grunting at the relief. It was an exceptionally hot day and I was constantly wiping the sweat from my brow. I stood up and tied the top half of my all in one overall around my waist revealing my red shirt I had on under it. I tied that up to crop it so I could attempt to cool off. The saiyan summer is brutal. It's the hottest I've ever been in my life I scraped my hair back into a messy bun and I began hammering the armour together.

About a half hour later I couldn't take the heat anymore I needed to cool down. My clothes stuck and clung to me and I just wanted to shower. I started to pack my lab away when I was greeted by a familiar husky voice. "Woman! What are you doing? Why are you not working?" It was Vegeta he stood there in his full royal robes I tried to explain to Vegeta that I couldn't handle the heat and my head was beginning to ache from probable dehydration.

He cut me off saying "you stop working when I tell you to stop working" I wanted to think of a harsh comeback but I physically had no energy I pulled my lab out again and tried to focus on the armour.

My head was swimming I tried to block out the haze around my vision. My head felt fuzzy and I felt my stomach churning and the bile rising in my throat. I felt dizzy. I felt Vegetas dark eyes surveying me. He forgets I'm only a weak human sometimes. I climbed up onto my ladder trying to breathe through the overwhelming feeling of nausea that just hit me before everything faded to black.

Vegetas Pov.

The woman's body started to sway back and forth the lost her grip on the ladder and started falling backwards. My reflexes were too fast and I caught her as she collapsed. I laid her body on the ground feeling her go completely limp. Her body was hot to touch and I knew she'd overheated. I felt horrific. She was packing up her work because she felt ill from the heat. We saiyans don't feel the heat as we are so used to our climate.

I packed her lab away as best as I could. Before I carried her body back to her bedroom. I lay her on the bed as carefully as I could before I flashed into the bathroom to get her a cold cloth for her head. I tried to lower her temperature as much as I could but she wouldn't respond to me. By this point I was internally starting to panic as she wasn't responding at all to me. I called my sister Frantically and she came rushing into the room.

Ciara mentioned we should most likely tell father about this as he would be able to advise the medics to treat her. We raced to the throne room and I approached my father and explained what had taken place.

My father was furious with me for forcing her to keep working knowing that she isn't saiyan and can not withstand our climate nor our harsh temperatures. He sent the medics into her room at once and he told me that when she's better, I have to start listening and treating her like she's one of us.

I felt awful. I watched as the medics began working on her immediately as they entered her room. I sat at her desk keeping watch over her. My heart ached. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. I wanted to make it up to her if I could.