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A Bulma x Vegeta fanfic

Chapter One
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The image of Kakarrot and that strange boy from the future stood before him. The great prince grit his teeth. "Why!" he yelled at them, "Why have you two surpassed me!?" He moved forward only to be thrust backwards as their power levels rose and thrust him backwards. Instinctively, his arms crossed before him to block his face from the sudden light that emanated from the two Super Saiyans. His black eyes widened at the sight, at the horror and anger that flamed in his chest.  Then, suddenly they began to retreat from him, out of his reach. No!

"NO!" He gasped as he sat up in bed. His chest heaved up and down as he struggled to bring himself from his dream into the real world.  The tightness in his chest released slowly, and with an exhale he laid back down up on the bed he rested in. His body was sore, and he could feel an arm, his chest, a calf, and a thigh wrapped as he flexed different muscles.  What had happened? Last thing he remembered was when he was in the gravity training capsule. He closed his eyes as he tried to picture what had happened.

However, just as he closed his eyes, they popped open once more. The soft sound of breathing filtered in through his senses. He wasn't alone. He looked over to see where the sound was coming from. It was that human woman. She was sitting in a desk, her blue hair teased up in curls as she slumbered peacefully upon the desk in front of her. Why was she there?

He stared at her, dumb founded for a moment. The thought that someone was beautiful in their slumber was idiotic. He had seen his comrades sleep though the night. They were loud, drooling, disgusting heaps of worthless flesh.  Then again, he had never watched a woman sleep. Her navy eyelashes rested against the high round of her cheek bone. Her pink lips slightly parted as she breathed softly and evenly. He felt a strange sensation as he sat and watched her, but he pushed the alien emotion from him. He was a Saiyan prince, and there was no need for such things.

"Woman." He barked, startling the young woman from her sleep. He felt satisfaction as she looked around, dazed for a moment.

Bulma sat up and rubbed at her blue eyes as she tried to blink the sleep from them. It only took her a moment to remember why she was in Vegeta's room in the first place. Her hands moved from her face as she moved her chair closer to the Saiyan's bed. "Vegeta!" She said brightly, "You're awake! How are you feeling?" her small hands moved to check the bandages on his head, but they were swatted away by a larger one.

"Keep your hands off me, woman." Vegeta growled turning his head away from her to look at the ceiling. Though in the back of his head, he couldn't help but notice the view wasn't as great.

Bulma was sweet to a point. She cared that he had been hurt, no matter how stupid the reasoning behind it was. She cared enough to sit here next to him in case something bad happened, like if he had stopped breathing or something. However, if he was well enough to slap her hand, he was well enough to get his own lashing.  "You idiot!" She shouted at him. "You could have gotten yourself killed!" Her rage had brought her to her feet. "You're lucky that the doctor was home next door and you didn't bleed to death on my back lawn!"

Her voice was high, and grated on him. "Shut up." He grumbled as he shifted his head just a little farther to look out the window. "You're voice is obnoxious."

This made Bulma's mouth clamp shut with another wave of rage, but only for a moment. "Well this obnoxious voice belongs to the person who saved your ass!" It seemed to gain in volume, though now she was conscious of the sound. "And you will do well to remember that." She huffed before turning on her heal and walking from the room.

~

It had been a month since that day. Human medicine was slow to heal him, but his body managed well enough to get out of bed by the first few days. The doctor had told him to stay in bed before cowering in a corner at the glare Vegeta sent in his direction. Bulma came in to give him food every once in a while when he was still in bed, but mostly it had been the blond woman. She was more irritating then the first woman. One specific moment rang in his head with the blond woman. He had removed his bandages and put on a pair of shorts that fit to him and moved easily with his own movements. She came in with a tray of food just as he had laid on the floor to do some sit ups.

"Oh my!" She had shrieked before dropping the food on the floor with a crash. Her face went a deep shade of red, something that he hadn't encountered before. "Oh jeeze, I'm so sorry Vegeta." Her voice was an octave higher than her daughters. She bent to the floor as he sat up, his legs bent at the knee, but open enough for him to rest his arms on them. She fumbled with picking up the bits she could get onto the silver tray.

"Damn woman." He spat before he got to his feet and moved over to her. She was fumbling and making more of a mess trying to clean it up than actually cleaning the damn thing. He ripped the tray from her hands and piled on the plate and glass before tossing the makings of a sandwich on there as well. He moved around her, down the hallway, down the set of stairs that led into the kitchen. He dumped everything into the sink before he turned around to notice he wasn't alone in the kitchen.

Bulma had been sitting at the kitchen table, phone in hand as she called around to different people. Sells were easy if you had the Briefs name, but still had to be done. She dialed a number and was listening to the tone as it bothered the person on the other end as a half naked man walked into the kitchen. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Vegeta was wearing a pair of spandex shorts that showed off absolutely everything. She felt the blood rush to her face as her mouth simply hung. He turned to notice her sitting there and her eyes found ground zero before flitting up to meet his gaze. Sure, she and Yamcha had been together intimately but-

Vegeta watched her eyes move from his body to his eyes. "What?" he barked at her. What had he done this time? However, the look in her eyes was close to what her mother had held, though there was something different in the aqua orbs.

His bark had brought her back to the present and the fact that someone spoke on the other end of the phone -Hello? Hello?- Bulma shook her head and hung up the phone. "Can't you put on some clothes when you wander the house?" She asked. Her tone was tired as she forced herself to look away from him and back at the order forms in front of her.

"When are you going to fix the training capsule?" he asked, ignoring her. He had clothes on, what was her problem? His muscled arms crossed over his wide chest as he leaned against the counter. "I have training to do."

This brought Bulma's head back up. "What!?" she almost fell out of her chair. She grabbed onto the table to pull herself back up. "You exploded the thing! I would have to start building from the ground up.  It would take me months if that was the only thing I had to do!"

Vegeta blinked at her. "Then get started." He said simply. Why was she whining? She was wasting time.

Bulma felt a pulse pound in her head. "You arrogant ass." She said, picking up her papers. "I have things to do besides indulge your sick addiction."

This got Vegeta going. "What the hell are you talking about? I have to train to get ready for those damned androids!" his fists clenched, "I will take them out by myself before I'll wipe the floor with Kakarrot!"

Bulma whipped around to face him, unfazed by his anger. "Which could be solved easily if you were to simply take the doctor out now! But no~!!! You want to take out those stupid things when they are built and running around destroying everything!" She yelled before storming out of the room with mutterings of stupid, muscle headed men.

Description
A Bulma x Vegeta fanfic

Chapter One
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The image of Kakarrot and that strange boy from the future stood before him. The great prince grit his teeth. "Why!" he yelled at them, "Why have you two surpassed me!?" He moved forward only to be thrust backwards as their power levels rose and thrust him backwards. Instinctively, his arms crossed before him to block his face from the sudden light that emanated from the two Super Saiyans. His black eyes widened at the sight, at the horror and anger that flamed in his chest.  Then, suddenly they began to retreat from him, out of his reach. No!

"NO!" He gasped as he sat up in bed. His chest heaved up and down as he struggled to bring himself from his dream into the real world.  The tightness in his chest released slowly, and with an exhale he laid back down up on the bed he rested in. His body was sore, and he could feel an arm, his chest, a calf, and a thigh wrapped as he flexed different muscles.  What had happened? Last thing he remembered was when he was in the gravity training capsule. He closed his eyes as he tried to picture what had happened.

However, just as he closed his eyes, they popped open once more. The soft sound of breathing filtered in through his senses. He wasn't alone. He looked over to see where the sound was coming from. It was that human woman. She was sitting in a desk, her blue hair teased up in curls as she slumbered peacefully upon the desk in front of her. Why was she there?

He stared at her, dumb founded for a moment. The thought that someone was beautiful in their slumber was idiotic. He had seen his comrades sleep though the night. They were loud, drooling, disgusting heaps of worthless flesh.  Then again, he had never watched a woman sleep. Her navy eyelashes rested against the high round of her cheek bone. Her pink lips slightly parted as she breathed softly and evenly. He felt a strange sensation as he sat and watched her, but he pushed the alien emotion from him. He was a Saiyan prince, and there was no need for such things.

"Woman." He barked, startling the young woman from her sleep. He felt satisfaction as she looked around, dazed for a moment.

Bulma sat up and rubbed at her blue eyes as she tried to blink the sleep from them. It only took her a moment to remember why she was in Vegeta's room in the first place. Her hands moved from her face as she moved her chair closer to the Saiyan's bed. "Vegeta!" She said brightly, "You're awake! How are you feeling?" her small hands moved to check the bandages on his head, but they were swatted away by a larger one.

"Keep your hands off me, woman." Vegeta growled turning his head away from her to look at the ceiling. Though in the back of his head, he couldn't help but notice the view wasn't as great.

Bulma was sweet to a point. She cared that he had been hurt, no matter how stupid the reasoning behind it was. She cared enough to sit here next to him in case something bad happened, like if he had stopped breathing or something. However, if he was well enough to slap her hand, he was well enough to get his own lashing.  "You idiot!" She shouted at him. "You could have gotten yourself killed!" Her rage had brought her to her feet. "You're lucky that the doctor was home next door and you didn't bleed to death on my back lawn!"

Her voice was high, and grated on him. "Shut up." He grumbled as he shifted his head just a little farther to look out the window. "You're voice is obnoxious."

This made Bulma's mouth clamp shut with another wave of rage, but only for a moment. "Well this obnoxious voice belongs to the person who saved your ass!" It seemed to gain in volume, though now she was conscious of the sound. "And you will do well to remember that." She huffed before turning on her heal and walking from the room.

~

It had been a month since that day. Human medicine was slow to heal him, but his body managed well enough to get out of bed by the first few days. The doctor had told him to stay in bed before cowering in a corner at the glare Vegeta sent in his direction. Bulma came in to give him food every once in a while when he was still in bed, but mostly it had been the blond woman. She was more irritating then the first woman. One specific moment rang in his head with the blond woman. He had removed his bandages and put on a pair of shorts that fit to him and moved easily with his own movements. She came in with a tray of food just as he had laid on the floor to do some sit ups.

"Oh my!" She had shrieked before dropping the food on the floor with a crash. Her face went a deep shade of red, something that he hadn't encountered before. "Oh jeeze, I'm so sorry Vegeta." Her voice was an octave higher than her daughters. She bent to the floor as he sat up, his legs bent at the knee, but open enough for him to rest his arms on them. She fumbled with picking up the bits she could get onto the silver tray.

"Damn woman." He spat before he got to his feet and moved over to her. She was fumbling and making more of a mess trying to clean it up than actually cleaning the damn thing. He ripped the tray from her hands and piled on the plate and glass before tossing the makings of a sandwich on there as well. He moved around her, down the hallway, down the set of stairs that led into the kitchen. He dumped everything into the sink before he turned around to notice he wasn't alone in the kitchen.

Bulma had been sitting at the kitchen table, phone in hand as she called around to different people. Sells were easy if you had the Briefs name, but still had to be done. She dialed a number and was listening to the tone as it bothered the person on the other end as a half naked man walked into the kitchen. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Vegeta was wearing a pair of spandex shorts that showed off absolutely everything. She felt the blood rush to her face as her mouth simply hung. He turned to notice her sitting there and her eyes found ground zero before flitting up to meet his gaze. Sure, she and Yamcha had been together intimately but-

Vegeta watched her eyes move from his body to his eyes. "What?" he barked at her. What had he done this time? However, the look in her eyes was close to what her mother had held, though there was something different in the aqua orbs.

His bark had brought her back to the present and the fact that someone spoke on the other end of the phone -Hello? Hello?- Bulma shook her head and hung up the phone. "Can't you put on some clothes when you wander the house?" She asked. Her tone was tired as she forced herself to look away from him and back at the order forms in front of her.

"When are you going to fix the training capsule?" he asked, ignoring her. He had clothes on, what was her problem? His muscled arms crossed over his wide chest as he leaned against the counter. "I have training to do."

This brought Bulma's head back up. "What!?" she almost fell out of her chair. She grabbed onto the table to pull herself back up. "You exploded the thing! I would have to start building from the ground up.  It would take me months if that was the only thing I had to do!"

Vegeta blinked at her. "Then get started." He said simply. Why was she whining? She was wasting time.

Bulma felt a pulse pound in her head. "You arrogant ass." She said, picking up her papers. "I have things to do besides indulge your sick addiction."

This got Vegeta going. "What the hell are you talking about? I have to train to get ready for those damned androids!" his fists clenched, "I will take them out by myself before I'll wipe the floor with Kakarrot!"

Bulma whipped around to face him, unfazed by his anger. "Which could be solved easily if you were to simply take the doctor out now! But no~!!! You want to take out those stupid things when they are built and running around destroying everything!" She yelled before storming out of the room with mutterings of stupid, muscle headed men.