031. Sunrise
Title: Crimson Skies
Fandom: Dragonball Z
Pairing: BurumaxBejita
Prompt: 031. Sunrise
Word Count: 489
Rating: PG
Summary: In the early days of knowing each other, Bulma and Vegeta run into each other in the hall. How very cordial...
A/N: This was from my initial DBZ rebirth a few months ago. I think it was the first one I wrote... I can't remember.
It was early in the morning when Bulma awoke, her head still in her work from the late night before. She had fallen asleep with her hand on her arm, or more specifically, her watch. Her forehead hurt from where the metal had dug into her forehead. Without looking at a mirror she could tell that she had a large red ring on her face from the cold metal watch. She sat up straight in her swivel chair and looked around in the semi-darkness. Her desk lamp still cast a sickly yellow across the room and when she looked out the window she was surprised to see that it was only slightly tinged with the blood red of sunrise. She hadn't been asleep long, at least.
Standing from the chair and stretching, she turned off the desk lamp and strained to see her way to the door in the incredibly dim light. Her bedroom seemed so far away from her downstairs computer room. With all of the technology she had helped her father to create it seemed a shame that she hadn't invented something to take her to her room with no effort when she was this tired. Even operating the tiniest hovercraft would take too much energy for this particular morning.
Though it took a considerable amount of effort, she trudged her way down the hall and up the flight of stairs to the second floor. As she rounded the corner, however, she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of Vegeta emerging from his room.
“Jeez!” Bulma exclaimed loudly and clapped a hand to her chest. Realizing the time, she then paid attention to whisper. “You scared me to death.”
“Obviously not otherwise you wouldn't be able to scream so loudly,” Vegeta said in a very matter-of-fact tone. “Why are you awake at this hour?”
“I should be asking you the same question,” she replied, now setting her arms akimbo. A short moment passed in which the two wondered exactly who was supposed to be answering the said question. As usual, Bulma sighed and gave in. “I fell asleep at my computer. I woke up and decided to go to bed. Are you happy now?”
Vegeta remained quiet for a few seconds, massaging his chin gently with an ungloved hand. “I have to train,” he said at long last.
Bulma exhaled loudly. “I don't understand you.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes and walked past her without saying another word. Once she was alone again in the hallway, Bulma headed back on her path to her bedroom and incredibly inviting bed. As she slid under the covers, the room turned a deep shade of crimson from the morning light outside. At the same time, Vegeta stood in the brisk air, looking at the sky for a moment before entering the gravity chamber and locking away Planet Earth behind him.
Fandom: Dragonball Z
Pairing: BurumaxBejita
Prompt: 031. Sunrise
Word Count: 489
Rating: PG
Summary: In the early days of knowing each other, Bulma and Vegeta run into each other in the hall. How very cordial...
A/N: This was from my initial DBZ rebirth a few months ago. I think it was the first one I wrote... I can't remember.
It was early in the morning when Bulma awoke, her head still in her work from the late night before. She had fallen asleep with her hand on her arm, or more specifically, her watch. Her forehead hurt from where the metal had dug into her forehead. Without looking at a mirror she could tell that she had a large red ring on her face from the cold metal watch. She sat up straight in her swivel chair and looked around in the semi-darkness. Her desk lamp still cast a sickly yellow across the room and when she looked out the window she was surprised to see that it was only slightly tinged with the blood red of sunrise. She hadn't been asleep long, at least.
Standing from the chair and stretching, she turned off the desk lamp and strained to see her way to the door in the incredibly dim light. Her bedroom seemed so far away from her downstairs computer room. With all of the technology she had helped her father to create it seemed a shame that she hadn't invented something to take her to her room with no effort when she was this tired. Even operating the tiniest hovercraft would take too much energy for this particular morning.
Though it took a considerable amount of effort, she trudged her way down the hall and up the flight of stairs to the second floor. As she rounded the corner, however, she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of Vegeta emerging from his room.
“Jeez!” Bulma exclaimed loudly and clapped a hand to her chest. Realizing the time, she then paid attention to whisper. “You scared me to death.”
“Obviously not otherwise you wouldn't be able to scream so loudly,” Vegeta said in a very matter-of-fact tone. “Why are you awake at this hour?”
“I should be asking you the same question,” she replied, now setting her arms akimbo. A short moment passed in which the two wondered exactly who was supposed to be answering the said question. As usual, Bulma sighed and gave in. “I fell asleep at my computer. I woke up and decided to go to bed. Are you happy now?”
Vegeta remained quiet for a few seconds, massaging his chin gently with an ungloved hand. “I have to train,” he said at long last.
Bulma exhaled loudly. “I don't understand you.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes and walked past her without saying another word. Once she was alone again in the hallway, Bulma headed back on her path to her bedroom and incredibly inviting bed. As she slid under the covers, the room turned a deep shade of crimson from the morning light outside. At the same time, Vegeta stood in the brisk air, looking at the sky for a moment before entering the gravity chamber and locking away Planet Earth behind him.