Vegeta and Bulma?
It has been one year since Trunks arrived on earth and defeated
Freiza and his father. All the Z Warriors were preparing for the
Androids arrival.
Bulma was in the house washing the dishes when Yamcha came in.
"Hey Yamcha what's up?"
"Oh not much, hey Bulma can I talk to you?"
"Ya sure," Bulma turned off the water and turned
towards Yamcha.
"Well Bulma, I've been thinking, this relationship hasn't
been going very far and, well I think we should see other
people."
"What?!" Bulma was about to through a plate at Yamcha
at this news.
"Please Bulma, calm down"
"Calm this you bastard," Bulma threw the plate at
Yamcha which he caught it before it hit his face. This only made
Bulma even madder.
"Get out! I don't want to see you ever again." Bulma
then ran out the back door and into the backyard were she took
her anger out on some pots that were sitting on the back porch.
Yamcha quickly retreated from the house at the sound of breaking
pottery. When Bulma broke every pot in site she started to weep,
she put her hands over her eyes and slowly lowered herself to a
sitting position.
Vegeta had just finished training in the gravatron when he heard
the sounds of crying not to far off. He followed the sounds of
weeping and tracked them down to Bulma. He walked right up to
her, he first look upon her with a glare, but as she cried a sad
look came upon Vegeta's face. Not knowing what in the world he
was doing, he slowly moved up on her and sat right next to Bulma.
"Hey what's wrong, why do you weep women?" Vegeta had a
soft tone to his voice trying to comfort her. Bulma only cried at
this though, Vegeta started to get impatient and the crying made
him a bit mad.
"Stop crying women and tell me what's wrong," Bulma
lifted her head from the perfection of her knees and tried to
calm herself.
"Yamcha dumped me, and now I don't have a date to go with me
to the dance." Bulma had stopped crying now and wiped her
warm tears from her face. Vegeta looked at the ground pondering
on his next move.
"Well I can take you, if you'd like" Vegeta still gazed
at the ground with no expression on his face.
"Oh wow, hey ya I'd love to go with you" Bulma through
her arms around Vegeta. Vegeta did nothing, he just gazed at the
ground and calmly excepted the hug from Bulma. But when Bulma
tried to kiss him on the cheek was when he showed resistance. He
got up and escaped Bulma's arms. Bulma stayed on the ground
looking up at him with dried tear stain's on her face.
"So I'll pick you up around 8:00 PM then," Vegeta
looked to the horizon as what he said meant nothing to him.
"Yeah that would be great" she looked up at him with
warmth in her eye's.
As Vegeta was walking back to his place to get cleaned up he was
thinking to himself. "How could I have said that, what was I
thinking. Me the Prince of Saiyans on a date with a human female.
Could her pity soften me. I've never felt this way about anyone
before. What does this mean?!"
Vegeta was getting confused, but the future has already been set
in motion and he can't do nothing about it.
****
That night Vegeta showed up at Bulma's
door around 8:00 PM like he said. He was wearing a silk collared
shirt with some nice clean slacks. The collared shirt annoyed
him, he had the shirt unbuttoned at the top. He was constantly
tugging at it like it was itching him.
Vegeta knocked on Bulma's door and waited passionately. The door
opened, Bulma was wearing a tight, red, dress that didn't even
reach her knees.
"Hey Vegeta"
"You ready Bulma," Vegeta showed no thrill in going to
the party. He never uncrossed his arms from his chest and there
was no enthusiasm in his voice when he spoke.
"Yeah I'm ready," Bulma was quite excited on going to
the party, she didn't really care who she'd go with just as long
as there was a muscular man by her side.
****
Everyone was at the party that night.
Goku & Chi-Chi were there, Krillin & Marallian were there
also. Vegeta slowly moved away from Bulma's side, he went to a
dark corner and remained there through out the dance watching
people dance and mingle. Bulma was unaware of Vegeta's
disappearance, she was to busy talking to her friends to notice.
Bulma finally meandered over to Goku & Chi-Chi.
"Hey Goku, Chi-Chi"
"Oh hey Bulma, how are ya" Goku examined her as she
looked surprisingly good that night.
"Oh I'm good. Hey where's Gohan, I haven't seen him
around" Bulma look to the crowed searching for the little
rascal.
"He's at home studding. He's got a big Biology test coming
up," Chi-Chi explained, as she spoke very highly of his
study habits.
"So Bulma are you here with Yamcha?" Goku asked. Bulma
bald her fist up when she heard Yamcha's name.
"That bastard dumped me today, I was so angry at him I told
him I never want to see him again!"
"Really, I'm sorry Bulma, I know it's hard" Goku shared
his sympathy for Bulma by giving her a hug when she started to
weep a little. "You'll find someone else."
"So your here alone then?" Chi-Chi took a step towards
them waiting for an answer. "Because if you need a ride well
be more than happy to give you one."
"That's very kind of you both, but I'm here with
Vegeta." Goku and Chi-Chi stud there with astonishment.
"What Vegeta, your here with Vegeta!"
"Yeah, he saw me crying when Yamcha left and I told him I
didn't have a date for the dance so he said he'll take me."
"Well what do you know, maybe Vegeta is coming around after
all." Goku was quite proud to hear that Vegeta is becoming
more active with earth's people.
Vegeta isolated in his corner picked up the conversation between
Goku and Bulma. He sneered at Goku's so called comment.
"So were is Vegeta?" Goku looked left and right, then
he pointed him out. Vegeta still stayed in his spot even though
he knew he's been made out.
"Yep that's Vegeta for ya, always out of the equation. You
girls stay here and talk, I'm going to go say hi to him."
Goku left Chi-Chi and Bulma and started to walk over to Vegeta.
Vegeta blocked out all the sounds and conversations that were
going on. With his Saiyan ear's he could pin point any
conversation in the room. He was getting tiered of the dance
though and felt no need to be alert. A hair suddenly rose on the
back of his neck, he felt something. He glanced over to the right
and saw Goku coming towards him. Vegeta turned his head back the
other way as to ignore his coming presence.
"Vegeta!" Goku said coming
closer to Vegeta. "I heard Bulma say you brought her to the
party. I suppose it's true, but why did you do it in the first
place?"
Vegeta was quite stunned by his own answer, "She looked like
she was having a rough time. When she said she had no date, I
volunteered to do it. She looked like she could use a
man..." At his last words he gasped.
Vegeta had not known exactly what his intentions had been when he
had volunteered to take Bulma to the party. Now he realized that
he had no cruel intentions or silent plots to carry out. He liked
this earth woman. Surprised and rather afraid, he quickly said,
"I mean, for the dance."
Goku had to say something other than don't touch her you
slimeball, so he said "Well I think it was very nice of you,
slimeball...I mean Vegeta." He laughed nervously and went
back to his wife Chi-Chi.
Vegeta ignored Goku's "slimeball" remark. He had other
things to think about, like why he had just admitted to himself
that he actually wanted to date Bulma. She was very attractive
for an earth woman. Her long legs showed clearly from under the
red dress she wore and her breasts....Vegeta shook himself. He
had not just had those thoughts, not about an earth woman. He
smiled to himself. Why not? He was the Mighty Prince of the
Saiyans. Proud Prince Vegeta who had the power to crush this
woman if she dared anger him. He would humor himself, he thought,
if she annoyed him to much in the time to come, he would simply
kill her. But deep inside his hardened heart, he was afraid of
what this one human might do to him.
********
Bulma was asleep in the car seat next to Vegeta. He grinned to
himself as she shifted and lay her head on his muscular shoulder.
They had left the party some time ago and he was now dropping her
off.
They reached her house and Vegeta quietly awoke her. She yawned
wide and slung her arm around his neck, bringing him inches from
her face. Bulma opened her eyes and starred at Vegeta, who
averted his eyes. She whispered in her softest voice, a voice
that sent a shiver through all of Vegeta's being, "Thank you
for taking me to the party, Vegeta."
At the mention of his name, he looked at her. The light fell
softly on her face, making her appear blurry. But her clear blue
eyes were sharp and intelligent. He starred into those eyes for
the longest time. He felt himself losing control, his head swam
with images of her, dead, screaming, anger, sad, happy,
alive....pregnant.
Vegeta gasped as she pulled him to her lips. Though he had not
come near her during the whole party, she had caught him gazing
at her from across the way. Bulma definitely liked Vegeta.
It was a short kiss, sweet and alive. When Bulma pulled away and
got out of the car, Vegeta found himself leaning over the seat to
get to her. He shook himself again and suddenly became aware of
the terrible itching that the collar of his shirt was causing. He
ripped it off and found his chest heaving under the smooth white
silk. He gasped as he remembered her lips and ramped his foot
down on the pedal as images flooded his head once again.
**********
Bulma was happily surprised when Vegeta showed up at her door the
next day wearing a plain blue shirt and jeans. He nodded his head
at her as she let him in. It was more to keep his eyes away from
her chest as she was wearing only her robe. Her hair was wet and
fell all about her, making him uneasy.
Bulma was not as uneasy to see him. She bustled about in the
kitchen, making tea for the two of them. He watched her work, an
expression of curiosity on his always angry face. Her hands
worked magic before him and when she handed him the steaming hot
cup of tea, he was not ready. He gave a curse and flung the tea
all over the place, sending it all over himself and Bulma. She
gave a cry as most of the tea landed on her chest.
Vegeta grunted, "I'm sorry, Bulma. I wasn't expecting it to
be so hot. Why was it so hot?" his temper suddenly flashing
out of it's den. "Were you trying to kill me or something
woman? Talk!"
"Bug off buddy!" Bulma shouted back at him. "Tea
is supposed to be hot. Don't you yell at me like that!" with
that she splashed her tea right in his face.
Vegeta was stunned. She had turned her back on him and was
walking down the hall. He powered up quickly as he realized what
she had done. He growled low, "Throw tea at me will you
woman. How about a taste of Vegeta tea." He concentrated the
ball of energy in his hand and crept down the hall after Bulma.
He could easily blow her whole house apart but he wanted to be
sure he got her. He reached the end of the hall where Bulma's
door stood half open. He eased it open and began to look for her.
She came out of her bathroom with nothing on and with a new
silken robe in her hands. She had not seen him as yet, her back
was turned from him.
Vegeta was still angry and the thought of killing her with her
cloths off and with her back turned seemed to please him a great
deal. Then his eyes turned inside out and gave him real sight.
They saw the beauty that lay before him and he lost all power. He
sank onto his knees silently and watched her. She pulled the robe
up and over her back and tied it about her waste. She turned and
saw him and he powered up instantly, thinking she would make some
kind of bizarre attack on him. She didn't, all she did was ask
him very quietly, "What are you doing in my room man?"
"I...I..." Vegeta was stunned again, for what she did,
did not match the expression on her face, which was very angry.
He stood on shaky legs and then hissed at her in his meanest
voice, "I was going to destroy you because you are a woman
and woman do not throw tea at their men when they are angry. You
shall die for what you have done! My clothes are ruined!" he
cursed and left the room, heart pounding.
"Is that all you wanted?" Bulma fussed, bringing out a
pair of jeans and a new white shirt. "You wanted new
clothes? Oh, silly man. You could have asked instead of telling
me you were going to destroy me. I have some that Yamcha always
kept here in case of emergency." At the mention of Yamcha,
her voice grew sour and her face tuned sad.
Vegeta took the clothes and as Bulma went into the kitchen to
make more tea, he asked, "What did he do to hurt you so
woman?"
Bulma grew angry and said, "My name is Bulma and he said he
thought I was the ugliest most incompetent woman on earth."
she looked at Vegeta who was changing his shirt. "Well, he
really just said that he wanted to see other people, but I'm sure
he meant otherwise."
Vegeta might have agreed with this Yamcha person if he had said
the things she had just said. Only he would have said she was the
most beautifully stubborn woman he had ever met. He took off the
soaking wet jeans and slipped the clean pair up his legs and
zipped and buttoned them.
"Woman...I mean Bulma, what is there to say about someone
like that. If I were you I would have thrown something at
him."
"I did."
"I mean I would have cursed his name and sent him
packing."
"I did."
"I mean if I were him I would never have left a fiery
intelligent beautiful woman like you...." Vegeta started at
his own words. They had come without warning and now she probably
thought he was in love with her. He wasn't, not yet.
Bulma turned from the tea she was making and starred at Vegeta,
who turned his eyes to the floor and closed them. He had not
meant to say that. Not ever. Now he felt and heard her coming
towards him. He heard her sigh and looked at her through half
closed eyes. She said in a very quiet voice that reflected her
new emotions and his own, "Thank you, Vegeta."
"Your welcome, Bulma." her name made him shiver and
without another word from his traitorous lips, which burned to
kiss her, Vegeta left.
After Vegeta left her home, Bulma thought strangely about just
how Vegeta had treated her. Asking how Yamcha could have been so
cruel to her and why she had "tried to kill him." She
didn't think he would have wanted her, and yet he had been
starring at her through her open bedroom door a look of utter
confusion on his face. When he had changed his clothes in her
living room, she had noticed with great interest the smooth
strong muscles about his broad back. She also remember seeing a
little of him below his waste as he changed his pants. His shirt
had been hanging about his waste and butt, but his legs were
enough for her at any moment. Long, thick and muscular, able to
carry the weight of ten men she was sure.
She wondered if her would be back tomorrow. She would be
expecting him . Or maybe, she thought, I could pay him a visit.
She grinned to herself as she imagined his face at her arrival.
It would probably be an angry one but she was willing to risk it.
Vegeta had gone home and had gone straight to bed, to irritated
to do much more. But the hot midday sun and the thoughts and
visions of Bulma would not let him sleep. He didn't know why but
he had to see her again, even if it were just to return the
clothes he had used. He would go and see her latter. Much latter,
for his angry mind and heart wanted nothing to do with this
little puny human girl.....or was the term woman?
Vegeta was awakened by a loud knocking on his door. He grumped
angrily and arose from his bed. He was in nothing but his white
boxer when he opened the door, still not quite awake. He gave out
a rough Hello as he saw Bulma standing in front of him. He
suddenly became wide awake and aware of his surroundings. He
realized where he stood and who was in front of him. Suddenly he
sensed cold and darkness. It was at least eight o'clock at night,
had he slept all day?
"What do you want, woman?" he was careful to remember
the correct term. For she was no girl.
"Uhh.." Bulma tried, she wasn't to with it either. The
sight of this godly man in front of her drove the words clear
from her head. Suddenly, she began to mumble, "What a chest.
Look at his arms, even if they are crossed in front of his chest.
A gorgeous stomach, too..." Her eyes went over him several
times and when Vegeta realized what she was doing, he became
angry.
"What the Hell do you think you are doing? I did not say you
could look at me! Not even my face...." He raised his hand
and brought it down across Bulma’s face. She didn't take
that very well, in fact she caught his hand in midair and glared
at him. Vegeta was surprised by this and when he didn’t do
any thing else Bulma stormed out of the room. Cursing and saying
something like all men were alike " human or Saiyan.
The next morning Bulma was not in the lab at all. She had not wanted her employees or parents to see the bruise that was forming on her face. When she did not show up at the Son house for lunch with ChiChi, Goku started to worry about her. Bulma was special to everyone. This had happened once before. It had been a time when Yamcha had come to her house really drunk. No one but Goku knew that when Yamcha had left that he had hit Bulma. And he was afraid it may have happened again.
" Bulma," Goku yelled from across the yard, " Can I think we should talk." This had been the first time Bulma had been outside of her room all week. The bruise on her cheek had started to fade.
" Oh, hi Goku its you" Bulma said, barely loud enough for him to hear.
" Bulma did Yamcha hit you again, I mean you’ve stayed in your room all week. That’s not like you." Goku asked.
" Huh? You knew about that? But I didn’t tell anyone." Bulma stated, obviously shocked at what Goku had just said. It was then that he noticed the fading bruise on her face.
" He did hit you! WHY THAT OBSEESED WITH HIMSELF AND HIS LOOKS BAKA!!!!!!!!, I’M GOING TO………." Goku yelled.
"GOKU!…… Yamcha did not hit me. I… I uh… fell down the stairs and hit the railing is all. It doesn’t even hurt anymore." Bulma stammered.
" Huh? Okay whatever you say. but if Yamcha did hurt you, you just tell me. Okay?"
" Yah, Okay, say you’d better get home to Chichi,"
"Yeah I’m in for an ear full tonight, See Ya" Goku said as he flew off towards his home. <How lucky Goku is. He has a family, kids. All I’ve got is my pare….>
"Bulma?" Vegeta said as he interrupted her train of thought.
"What do you want? I really should be going." Bulma got up to leave but Vegeta grabbed her arm.
"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME YOU SLIMY BAKA!!!!!!!" Bulma screamed.
" Listen to me. I am. Oh dammit I can’t believe this. I’m sorry I hit you the other day. It was…………wrong," Vegeta said. But unlike the other times he had apologized to her he did not look at the ground. He looked her straight in the eye. With that he kissed her and ran off.
<Did Vegeta just make an honest apology to me? And did he just kiss me? Or did I just imagine it?>
Bulma just sank to her knees in the grass and started to think about what had just happened.
"He…he…he just…but…he’s got to be up to something." Bulma said to herself.
"Whose up to something?" Bulma’s mother asked her.
"Huh? Oh nothing…" Bulma walked to her lab. She didn’t realize how late it was until Vegeta walked in and told her, her mother had prepared dinner.
"Thank you Vegeta," she said as she walked past him. Vegeta grabbed her arm, but then let her go again. Bulma still did not move.
"What did you want?" Bulma asked him. Vegeta leaned towards her.
"Trust me, you don’t want to know." Vegeta said. Then he walked away. Bulma stood there for a few minutes to make sense of what Vegeta had said. Bulma, after changing quickly into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, went into the kitchen for dinner. The only seat left was right beside Vegeta. Her parents had set her up, big time. So she sat beside him. After diner, Bulma’s parents were going to a meeting to do with the company, so Bulma offered to do the dishes. Her parents had already left and she had just finished the dishes, Vegeta was still sitting at the table watching her. When Bulma went to turn around he was standing right behind her.
"Move." she ordered pushing on his chest, he did not move. She squeezed by him barely and left the kitchen.
"What is his problem?" she said out loud to herself.
"You’re my problem…" she turned around to see Vegeta had followed her. He pressed his body up against hers, pinning her between the wall and himself. He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her. To her surprise, she returned his kiss. He placed his hands on her hips and Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck. Vegeta picked her up and started to head towards the gravitron. Bulma did not even resist. She wanted this. When Vegeta opened the door Bulma stiffened slightly.
"We don’t have to…" he said.
"No…I want to."
The rest is history.
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