How Vegeta and Bulma came to be...
Chapter 1
Bulma paces the floor angrily. "When is Goku getting back? Everyone is out there fighting for their lives and Goku's not here! ARRRGH!! This makes me so angry!"
Master Roshi shrugs, "I really don't know Bulma." He turns to the television where they were broadcasting the fight between the two saiyans and the Earth's fighters.
Bulma didn't like the look of the big bald guy with his creepy little green men. The short guy with the spikey hair didn't look half as scary and seemed to be the brains of the operation. The strange thing was that he wasn't doing anything...all he was doing was standing there with his arms crossed and a cold smirk on his face.
Bulma wonders if he had something stuck up his sleeve. She looks over her shoulder at Chi Chi, who had fainted AGAIN! She sighs sadly. Oh, poor Yumcha...he was killed by that stupid little green creep. Suddenly she yells, "AH HAH!"
Oolong jumps. "Bulma, not so loud we'r all nervous as it is!"
Ignoring him Bulma continues her sudden brain storm. "I'll go help them! Since the battle has taken a break for about an hour. I'll go give everyone nourishments and stuff."
"I...I don't know about that Bulma," the OX King replies. "But...if you come right back then I guess we all agree?" He looks around the livingroom and everyone nods.
Vegeta sits on a rock with his arms tightly crossed as Nappa had fun on a killing spree. His eyes widen when a little hover craft appears and lands beside the other fighters. He watches with his usual curiosity as a gorgeous blue haired woman ran out with something in her arms.
"Hmmmph, she certainly has the guts to show up at a time like this...pathetic humans, always risking their lives for others." He smirks to himself. "Hmmmph, she doesn't look half bad for her race...maybe she can be my prisoner or something." He chuckles devilishly under his breath so he could not be heard.
Bulma hands Gohan a large container of water. "Here, this will help you cool off a little." She approaches Piccolo, unafraid and gave him a drink. He snatches the drink from her and chugs it down without even a thankyou.
Bulma frowns, "ungreatful bastard." She turns and finds the short saiyan guy staring at her. For that split second their eyes connected and the man cocks his head to the side and smirks at her as his tail flitted around behind him.
Bulma frowns and sticks her tongue out at him and returns to her hovercar to leave.
Vegeta growls, how dare she do that to me. I have a good mind to blow her ass to hell. Perhaps I'll do just that. He lifts his index finger and sends a small beam at the ship. He doesn't move as it blows up and Bulma runs away screaming with her jacket on fire and she tears it off.
Vegeta laughs out loud and smirks. "Hah, how entertaining...pity that there aren't anymore things to blow up. Serves you right woman for such a childish insult."
"Hey you big bully! Leave her alone!," Gohan yells.
Piccolo holds him back the boy and shakes his head. "Lets not start the fight now while we still have the chance to plan this out."
Gohan looks up at his sensei and nods. "I guess your right Mr. Piccolo."
Bulma remains huddled behind the rock and she gives the shorter saiyan a look that would kill. She had a good mind to go over there and tell him a thing or two but she knew better.
She kept having that feeling that he was staring at her and when she rose to look over the rock her suspicions were proven right. That creepy guy WAS staring at her. She sees a distinct grin crossing his lips and she wondered what it would be like to be kissed by those lips of his. "EWwwwwww...why am I thinking about that? A kiss from that short ugly bastard? Not in a million years!"
A song by Savage Garden "You can still be free" inspired me to write this story and here are a few of the lyrics that I like most.
Cool breeze and autumn leaves
Slow motion daylight
A lone pair of watchful eyes
Oversee the living
Feel the presence all around
a tortured soul
A wound unhealing
No regrets or promises
The past is gone
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
Time now to spread your wings
To take to flight
The life endeavor
Aim for the burning sun
Your trapped inside
Byt you can still be free
If time will set you free
But it's a long long way to go...