I DO NOT own any characters from DragonBall Z.
DragonBall Z is owned by
Arkia Toriyama.
I Have No connections to him.
Ok, with that out of the way, lets get
started. This is a Bulma /Vegeta fic.
So if you don’t like them then don’t read it.
(obliviously)
Chapter 1
Have you ever loved someone? Then had them ripped
away from you? This is my story...
Bulma sat on the edge of her bed brushing her hair.
“Kuso!” Bulma cursed under breath. “Why can’t I get him
out of my head ?!” She relaxed and began to think outloud.
“He hasn’t even done anything to make me fall in love with
him, he never shows any interest and he doesn’t even know
my name!” Bulma looked at herself in the mirror. “Then
what is it?” she asked herself. Then the doorbell rang,
Bulma sighed and opened the door.
********************************
Vegeta woke up later than usual. He heard the front door
open. Then he heard Bulma start screaming at someone.
Probably Yamcha.
********************************
“Yamcha!? You got a lot of nerve coming back ya know.”
Yamcha felt her ice blue eyes barring into his soul. “I know
Bulma but I- I love you.” Bulma smirked, “Oh really? Well
I don’t. And if you do love me then oh well cause I don’t
want to be with you. You keep pushing me away and your
never there for me. Your too stubborn and arrogant to show
that you even a care a little cause you weren’t there when,
that I nearly bleed to death were you ?”
Flashback
Chibi Goku was a bloody mess. The gangster pulled out a
sharp knife and lunged at Chibi Goku. “No! Goku!” Bulma
yelled. She stepped in front of Goku and got beaten up and
nearly bleed to death. The last thing she saw was Yamcha
glaring at her.
End of Flashback
And-” Yamcha cut her off, “Who cares if you lost a lot of
blood and you almost died the world would be better off
without you anyway.” Vegeta smirked from upstairs and
thought, wrong. Bulma glared and whispered, “ That’s
exactly what I thought,” she paused and pushed him on the
ground, “Don’t bother trying to get back with me idiot.”
“Heh, I have a back-up girl anyway.” Vegeta snicked,
wrong again. Bulma turned around in absolute shock. Her
eyes narrowed and she took a step forward and crushed his
balls under her foot. Yamcha screamed out and Bulma
purred, “Heh, I have a back-up man anyways.” She
removed her foot, turned around and slammed the door.
Yamcha lay on the ground clutching himself. Vegeta poked
his head outside and laughed. Yamcha looked up painfully
and said in a squeaky voice, “ Shut-up
you.....you....monkey!” Vegeta smirked,
“ Awwwww, thank you.”
Vegeta was training in the gravity chamber (as usual) when
he began to think. Bulma’s so gorgeous. I wonder why
Yamcha needed a back-up girl. BAM! Vegeta was hit head
on by his own ki blast. He let out a cry of pain that was
faintly heard by Bulma. She slowly got up and wiped away
her tears. She walked outside and experienced a double
take on the window of the gravity chamber. Oh there’s
blood on the window, Bulma thought calmly. Then her
head jerked back, “HOLY SHIT!” She ran as fast as she
could to the gravity chamber. She ripped open the door and
found Vegeta leaning against the wall gritting his teeth. He
glanced up at her. Bulma took a step forward and was
immediately pulled down by the gravity. Vegeta’s eyes
widened, he managed to push Bulma out with his elbow
(since his other arm was like Gohan’s in the final battle
with Cell *shudder*) and closed the door behind him. She
weakly sat up with wide eyes. A big smile took over her
frown and she wrapped her arms around him. And one off
her arms wacked his injured arm. Vegeta winced noticeably
and Bulma pulled back and looked at his arm. “Oh my god!
Vegeta your arm! I’m so sorry! Here come with me.”
Bulma stood up and grabbed his wrist (on the other arm of
corse.) and dragged him into the medical room. She told
him to take off his shirt. “Why?” He asked. Bulma sighed,
“Your blood is showing through your shirt. Don’t play with
me. I can clearly see it. I need to clean and dress your
wound. ” Vegeta finally gave in and removed his shirt.
Bulma nearly whistled at the size of his muscles. Dang!
Bulma thought. She grabbed some rubbing alcohol and put
it on the huge, open cut. Vegeta winced, Bulma looked up
then blew on the cut. She then wrapped the cut. “There I’m
done.” Vegeta looked up. Bulma blinked and thought she
could get lost in his coal eyes. Vegeta looked into her
normally angry ice blue eyes and saw kindness mixed with
the saddness Yamcha had put there. Bulma then tried to
imagine him with short hair. Then a picture of Yamcha
popped into her eyes. She looked away, and said, “Be more
careful ok Vegeta? You could seriously get hurt. Please
promise me, you’ll be more careful.” Vegeta blinked, Do I
hear a hint of concern in her voice? For me of all people?
The one who is never nice, never shows gratitude and is a
prince? “Yea ok I will.” Bulma gave him a fake smile and
went upstairs. Vegeta’s eyes followed her up the stairs.
Faker. He thought.
