New Beginning

Author’s Note: I know it took a while, but on with the story…


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‘Stupid baka woman!’ Vegeta complained to himself, messing with the control panel. He was trying to reset the navigation system to bring them back to Earth, but found that it had somehow short-circuited.

He heard a moan from behind him. The first thing Bulma became aware of when she woke up was the terrible pain in her head. With her eyes still closed, she slowly lifted her left arm and put a hand to her aching head. She felt some type of cloth that was wrapped around it.

Her eyes fluttered open and the first thing she saw was Vegeta looking at her hat hatred in his eyes. “Well, well, well! Look who just woke up.” He greeted sarcastically, sneering at her.

“Wha…what happened?” She asked, confused and dazed from her head injury.

“You were stupid. That’s what happened, wench!” He turned back around and began typing away at the keyboard on the control panel attempting to figure out just what had happened, “You must've accidentally short-circuited the navigation system because it’s not working. Now will you get your stupid baka self up here and help me fix this already so we can get back to that pathetic little planet of yours!”

Bulma stared at Vegeta looking confused, “Vegeta?! How’d we get into outer space? What’s going on?!! Are you kidnapping me, you filthy bastard?!!!!”

Vegeta spun around and snarled at her. “You stupid bitch! YOU are the one who did this! You idiotically ran past me inhe Ghe Gravitron, tripped, and your brainless cranium smashed through the glass covering and pressed the launch button. It’s YOUR fault we’re lost in space!!”

Bulma slowly and painfully stood up, and staggered dizzily into the bathroom, muttering, “Calm down, you jerk… My head is in some serious pain here.”

“And justly so!” Vegeta called after her, feeling extremely bitter at the moment. Not only would this little 'mishap' disrupt his training for Kami knows how long, but he would also have to spend pretty much every waking moment with the annoying blue-hairerew.rew.

Bulma ignored his unkind comment and crever ver to the medicine cabinet. She swallowed some Advil, and then looked into the mirror. A large, blood-soaked bandage was wrapped around her head, extending from under her chin to over the crown of her head. Something suddenly occurred to her. “Oh, Vegeta!” She called, feeling obliged to tease him, “It certainly was NICE of you to care for my wounds rather than letting my bleed to death on the floor…”

Vegeta mentally froze, sensing that his pride was at risk. To preserve his reputation, he quickly came up with an excuse. “Silence, woman! I would’ve killed you for breaking our deal if I didn’t need to you to help me fix this stupid machine!!!” He hissed angrily.

‘That little stunt she pulled back on Earth will be the LAST time I let this idiot woman trick me.’ He vowed to himself.

Bulma frowned in front of the mirror. ‘Maybe Vegeta’s telling the truth… Maybe he really did only save me for his own selfish purposes...figures...’ She strutted furiously out of the bathroom with every intent of giving the Saiyan Prince a piece of her mind.

Before she could even open her mouth, however, Vegeta spun around to confront her with the most furious facial expression she’d ever seen on him. The icy glare coming at her from his obsidian orbs sent a shiver down her spine. He stomped towards her, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

“Now you listen to me, shrew.” He seethed, “Thanks to you, we have now been launched into space without a decent supply of food, water, or fuel. To add to our woes, the navigation system is busted so we can’t reset the course for your stupid planet AND we’re lost… oh, one more thing— it’s ALL because YOU couldn’t mind your OWN DAMN BUSINESS!!!”

She stepped back away from the angry man before her, but he kept advancing, until she put up a hand. “Could you calm down for a second, Vegeta?! Getting upset is NOT going to solve our problems right now.” She pointed out, trying to pacify the fuming Prince. Then, confidently, she added, “You’re just trattrated because you’re too stupid to figure out what the real problem is. Now step aside, you asshole! This is OBVIOUSLY a job only a genius like myself can handle.” She strode right past the shocked Prince and examined the control panel.

Vegeta was apparently not the only arrogant individual around here. Bulma’s ego could almost rival his own. ‘Is she trying to show me up?’ Vegeta growled at the thought.

“I told you it won’t WORK, woman! There’s something wrong with the wiring.” He reminded her in a condescending tone.

She just rolled her eyes at him, “First of all, Vegeta, I don’t expect you to have the slightest clue as to how this contraption works. You’re an idiot, remember? So just shut up and let me work on it.”

“Whatever you say, genius.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he turned and stalked off into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

“Stupid monkey…” She mumbled angrily to herself.

“I HEARD THAT!!!!” He spat from behind the bathroom door.

“GOOD!!!!” She spat back. She was so pissed off at him she could hardly concentrate. Sliding open a panel beneath the keyboard, she looked inside at the wiring.

‘I DO believe that this has been tampered with…’ She thought to herself, and then gasped in realization. She suddenly recalled that it was she who had removed some of the essential wiring several months ago. When she had first invited Vegeta to stay with them, she wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t just fly off into space with the Gravitron never to be heard from again. If he was unable to set a course, then he would have no idea where he was going,ch sch she hoped would prevent him from leaving at all.

She had gloated to Vegeta about her superior intelligence, yet he seemed to have a good idea too of what was wrong with the navigation system. ‘But I thought Saiyans were all brawns and no brains…’ She thought to herself. Suddenly Bulma didn’t feel so smart anymore. Fortunately for her, however, Vegeta was unaware that the system had been intentionally sabotaged to prevent his leaving.

She sighed uneasily, preparing to swallow some of her pride and apologize to the Saiyan Prince…not to mention that she intended to ask him for his help as well. Though she was a scientific genius, she admitted that she could not solve this problem on her own. They had been exceedingly and unfortunately unprepared for a journey into space, especially one that could take longer than a day.

Before they could get back to Earth, they would need to stop somewhere to get supplies to fix the navigation system. Bulma also feared that they might soon run out of food, water, and/or fuel. She wondered if Vegeta might possibly know some planet or something where they could get what they needed…if he happened to be familiar with this particular section of space. She reassured herself with the fact that he had been all over the Universe on purging missions while working for Frieza. Sitting patiently, she waited for him to exit the bathroom and prayed that he wouldn’t be too mad.


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Vegeta was standing naked in front of the mirror, washing himself with a wet cloth. Using the shower would waste too much water, which they desperately needed to conserve. They would have to stick to the bare minimum.

Finishing up, he dried himself off and put on a tight blue sleeveless shirt and baggy black pants. Normally he would’ve worn spandex, but since his tail had grown back he had resorted to baggy pants to hide it from the others. He did NOT want it to be chopped off again by one of the Z fighters, ‘cause DAMN did that hurt. He shuttered at the memory.

He drained the sink and exited the bathroom, only to come face to face with the blue-haired woman. She had a big fake smile on her face, and a large sweat drop was forming on her forehead. “Heh heh… Hey V-Vegeta!” She laughed uncomfortably in a pathetic attempt to appear innocent. “Well…um…it does, in fact, appear that we have a…um…have a, um, problem, if you will…”

“That’s what I said, woman. Can’t you fix it?” He urged, beginning to appear concerned, but not yet angry.

She made another fake laugh and replied, “Um, well, allow me to answer your question with another qion.ion. Are you familiar at all with this particular section of space?”

He eyed her suspiciously, wondering why she would ask such a question. ‘Is she still trying to find out about my past? Stupid woman...’ He wondered over to a window and peered out into an endless sea of stars. “Hmm. I don’t know where we are without the navigation system up and running. I might have been here before. Why do you ask?”

“Well, um, I was kinda wondering… Do you remember those space pods that you came to Earth in?”

Vegeta nodded.

“And knowknow how my father used the other Saiyan’s pod to model this Gravitron out of?…”

He nodded again.

“If we could possibly find one of those pods, we could easily fix the navigation system in this Gravitron…but we’d have to stop somewhere. I was hoping you’d know where…”

“So basically what you’re saying is, you cannot fix this stupid machine as you so boasted about only a few minutes ago. Am I right?”

“No! No no no no no…listen. I can fix it, but there are some wires missing. If we found one of those space pods, with the same design as the ones you came to Earth in, we could use it to complete the circuits.”

“Really…in that case you’re saying that you can fix this stupid machine, just not without my help.”

“Um, well, yeah. That’s pretty much it. Or we could just continue in any random direction and eventually run out of food and water and fuel. Then we’d really be screwed.”

Vegeta leaned against the wall of the Gravitron, still peering out the window, and began massaging his temples in circular motions. This girl was beginning to give him a headache. She had exaggerated her own abilities, had belittled his, and now she was asking HIM for help. What’s a prince to do?

He turned to her. “How am I supposed to know where we are? I’ve always had a functional navigation system whenever I traveled ANYWHERE in space. I don’t even know how to manually steer this ship. I never went anywhere without setting a course firnd und using an automatic pilot!” He was trying desperately to remain calm, having realized that manifesting his frustration and worry would only aggravate the situation.

“Relax, Vegeta! I can do that. I know how to manually steer. All I need you to do is identify a familiar planet or something so we can get an idea of where we are. I know it’s frustrating, but we’re going to have to work together to get out of this. Understand?”

Vegeta just grunted his response.

‘BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!’ Both he and Bulma were unprepared when the alarm went off unexpectedly. Bulma fell out of her seat and Vegeta nearly jumped through the ceiling.

“METEORS FAST APPROACHING! I REPEAT, METEORS FAST APPROACHING!” Came a loud robotic female voice.

Bulma and Vegeta scrambled over to the control panel, nearly colliding into each other. Bulma pressed a green button near the main screen which turned on the outside camera. A view of several giant meteors in the distance came on scr screen. They were heading straight for them. Bulma cried out in panic. “I don’t know if we can get out of the way in time! We’re moving too fast!”