Creation Gone Away By Luv Vegeta

"Creation Gone Awry"

Vegeta walked into the brand new, nearly completed training capsule. He felt so proud of it, having helped in both its design and construction. He bounced Trunks up a little higher on his arm to hold the three year old more securely. "Just look at this Trunks!" he whispered excitedly in his ear so that there was no chance of anyone else hearing, "You can now train in a capsule that your daddy helped to create."
Being a fighter all his life and for the most part concerned with the most physical aspects of himself, Vegeta had never considered himself to be a person of great intellect. But Bulma had kept assuring him that his talent for strategy in battle showed a great intelligence and talent for things of a technical nature. And after living with her for over five years and watching her work, he'd picked up quite a bit of knowledge about the machines she pieced together, bit by bit, almost lovingly.
This training machine was the ultimate in design too. It had several new features he'd come up with himself and he could see from the start exactly how he wanted it to turn out. He believed he almost could have put it together by himself too, but wanted Bulma's input here and there. His proud smile made Trunks' little mouth turn up in happiness too, and he patted his daddy's cheek with a chubby little hand. Looking around though, Vegeta's smile suddenly wound itself into a small, tight expression of anger. He placed Trunks on the floor so that he wouldn't lose it and slam him into the wall, in his much-too-often-occurring moments of completely losing his self control. He was trying to learn not to hurt the people he loved just because he felt angry. But old habits were hard to break and it didn't come easy to him.
"Bulma!" he roared, full knowing she was in the kitchen making their breakfast and beyond earshot. Perhaps he wanted to push all his anger into the sound of her name to help release it? His gaze fell upon the vast amount of additions that had been made to the capsule and all last night while he was sleeping! Bulma was prone to sleepless nights, her ideas keeping her awake quite often and so he was used to her nights of frantic creating, but he'd had no idea she was going to do this!
Everything was modified differently from the plan he'd envisioned in his head for the room. It wasn't the way he'd planned it all out to be….nothing had gone in the way he'd wanted it to! "But…but this was MY training room! The first I ever wanted to construct to be something I made and could enjoy! How could she? How could she change it like this? That woman! She always has to prove she's better than me!"
"No! I don't know where you get your ideas!" he heard her angry voice behind him and it was when he realized that he'd been speaking his disappointment aloud.
He turned on her fiercely, his eyes sparkling in a mean way.
"Why are you looking at me that way?" she asked. "Aren't you even going to say anything about all the work I did? I had some other things I really should have finished first, but I wanted to do this with you so bad, was so excited we were working on a project together. I had to do some extra research too, and it took some extra time, but it was all worth it to make the capsule the best I could. I wanted to add these modifications so that I could see how happy you were with them…."
"It's fine." he said in a snapping way.
"Is it really?" she walked over to him, put a hand on his shoulder, "Come on and eat breakfast…"
"Why when you probably burnt everything once again! Stupid Woman!"
"Vegeta!" she was wounded. "Is this about the capsule? You act like you're trying to punish me for something."
"No I'm not, " he snapped. Why couldn't he just tell her how he felt? Would she understand?
"Well, then let's work on the capsule some more. What do you want to put into it next?"
"Nothing. I don't feel like working on it. Let's go eat and then we can play with Trunks," he barked at her and walked a
Vegeta suggested a game of hide and seek, eventually. During their other games of tag and even during breakfast he seemed to take every opportunity to pick at any little mistake she made or criticize her. Bulma was really hurt by the way he was talking to her. When it came Vegeta's turn to hide, he did it really well. She and Trunks searched everywhere but could find no trace of him. Hmmm he usually makes this pretty easy so that Trunks doesn't get frustrated, and the small boy was beginning to get whiny and irritable.
At last she decided to search the workshop and found Vegeta dismantling all the work she'd done the night before…..all those hours….all that extra research…..the whole time working toward gaining his approval of what she'd done. Wanting to create something together?
"Vegeta? Why did you completely take apart what I did?" she cried.
"Because it wasn't what I wanted!" he shouted. She knew why he was angry now.
"Maybe so, but you know what….all you had to do was tell me in advance!" she felt tears coming, "You don't have to say hurtful things and just go behind my back and change it all! You only wanted to hurt me like you were hurt, but there's one difference! You knowingly did what you did to hurt me! I had no idea I was messing anything up for you! Oh Vegeta! You know how much I care about you, but how are we ever going to accomplish anything if you can't honestly talk about things with me? Why can't you be open with me of all people?" she started to cry and ran from the room.
Bulma wiped at her tears with the back of a hand, determined to be angry instead of hurt now, "Jerk," she muttered. She sat at the kitchen table for a long while, feeling all of the hurt from Vegeta's words today pushing up inside of her belly like something alive. She knew she had to get rid of it. Grabbing the phone, she hurriedly called her best friend.
"Hello?"
"Umm, Chi Chi? It's me, Bulma." Trunks toddled into the kitchen then and she scooped him up, relieved to have his soft little body in her arms.
"Bulma! Now why is this not a surprise...or the fact that you sound like you're crying."
"Huh? You can tell? And what?"
"Vegeta's here. I overheard him talking to Goku about the capsule you two were building."
"You did? What did he say?"
"Well, that's between him and Goku, but I know he's upset."
"Well! He should be! I'm upset too! He ripped apart all my hard work!"
"Yes, but Bulma all your hard work wasn't what he wanted."
"But Chi Chi! I asked him over and over how he wanted this thing to turn out and he would just say it didn't matter! I tried to ask him!"
"But Bulma....you know how Vegeta is if anybody does. He doesn't voice his opinion that often unless he's driven to. And you didn't mention the extensiveness of the changes you were making now did you?" Chi Chi queried.
"Well....no...but I was trying to help!"Bulma cried feeling suddenly defenseless.
"You may have meant well, but it's still taking away something that was supposed to be his," she said softly.
Bulma thought for a minute, "Well you do have a point..."
"And," Chi Chi added, "There is one other thing you should think about, too."
"Did you ever stop to consider how vulnerable Vegeta feels working alongside you on something you know more about than he does?"
"But Chi Chi, Vegeta's a natural! He picks up on the concepts so well.."
"Yes, but he hasn't been trained and had the years of experience you've had. Bulma, I'll tell you this. He thinks you are so talented. He admires what you do, but it's hard for him to sometimes work at a level that he feels is equal to yours. You and I, and everybody else, can think that his work is remarkable, but that doesn't make any difference if he's feeling that uncertainty inside. Oh hold on....Goku! You just get your hands out of that! I need that to finish dinner! Listen, Bulma, I'm going to have to go." Chi Chi gave Goku an threatening look.
"Oh believe me, I can hardly keep Vegeta out of the kitchen picking into every bowl and pot, too! And Chi Chi, thanks! You made me see something important I didn't consider before. You're such a great friend!" She hung up the phone and sat Trunks on the chair. "Hey you! Want some cookies?"
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Vegeta walked hesitantly into the house. He felt bad now about trashing Bulma's additions. True, she should have consulted him, but the work was done with no other than positive intentions. He sniffed the air....Impossible! His favorite dinner? Surely Bulma was in no mood to appease him....
But there she was walking out of the kitchen in that blue dress she knew he loved for the way it raced down over her hips and hugged her around the waist. He felt like asking if he were in the right house.
"Oh Vegeta," she walked up to him and put her hands on his cheeks, "I'm so sorry. I didn't really stop to think about what you might want before I made such drastic changes to your new training room."
"Are...you feeling ok?" he looked at her, his Bulma who usually let loose with her fiery temper when he provoked her as aggressively as he'd done today.
"I just...ummmm had some help seeing the other side of the situation. Let's leave it at that."
He felt so relieved, hated it when things weren't right between them, "I'm sorry...I wasn't very nice to you."
"Well, I didn't really stop to consider your feelings and I'm sorry too. The training capusule is all yours to do with the way you want, and I'll totally butt out!" she laughed and kissed him.
"Oh no. I don't want that!" she looked at him when he said this surprised. "I want your help....I was out in the workshop and added a new part...do you want to put in the next one?"
"Sure!" she felt that familiar excitement she always had in her heart when they worked on something together. "And from now on, I'll make sure that my help doesn't end up taking anything away from your own creative vision. I want my ideas to work with yours not crush them."
She looked up at him, and his eyes were as happy as hers, "So? partners?" she asked, poking him playfully in the ribs.
"Partners." They slipped their arms around each other and headed for the basement to plan the next phase of work on their project together.