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A Bulma x Vegeta fanfic

Chapter 2
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Three months later, the training capsule had been rebuilt. Vegeta, having no success with blue haired woman, had cornered the old man. He hadn't left the thing in a week since it had been finished. The fridge had been filled with food and drinks thanks to Bunny.

The day had gone as it had for the past few days, training until he dropped from exhaustion. He picked himself off the floor from where he had fallen after the core had wound down. His body beaten and sore, he had dragged himself to his standing position, his dark eyes moving towards the port hole of a window. It was dark. The thought of the night air on his heated skin sounded like a welcomed sensation.

Bulma came home after a long day at the company. She moved up to her room as she pulled out her cell phone. She needed to call Yamcha. She felt like she had been neglecting him somewhat with all the work she had been doing. She dialed his number as she moved up the stairs in her heals as the tone rang in her ear. When she got nothing she closed her phone and tossed it on her bed.

Outside, Vegeta had found a spot on top of the training capsule. Laying back on the cool metal his dark eyes searched the star filled sky. He had gone through space many times, but sitting here and looking up at the sky was kind of a different feeling. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the sound of the woman's voice. He sat up and looked over towards the Briefs house where the window was open slightly, the curtains rippling in the evening breeze.

She turned to look at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a grey pencil skirt with a grey suit jacket. She pulled off her jacket and tossed it onto the bed. The red silk shirt she wore was buttoned between her round breasts that weren't huge, but could hold their own. Her blue hair was down and gently curled and tucked behind one of her ears. Her blue eyes had dark rings under them and with a fingertip she pulled at them slightly with a sigh. Her phone went off under the jacket and she turned, kicking off her heals as she reached for the singing object. She flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Hey babe." It was Yamcha. She didn't know why, but his voice really didn't bring her joy. It used to, what changed? She only half listened to him as he prattled away about his day as her fingers began to work at the buttons of her shirt. She slid the cool fabric from her soft skin before tossing it on the bed as she had done with the jacket.

"Yamcha… I think that's great and all." She muttered as she rolled her neck, stretching it out. "But I'm really tired. " There was some protest and he forced a promise from her that she would go to dinner the next night with him. He had a few sponsors that wanted to meet with him and talk about baseball. It sounded like a snooze fest. However, she would be the loving and supportive girlfriend. She closed the phone and placed it on the night stand. She reached to her side and unbuttoned the side of her pencil skirt and let it simply fall to the floor. She moved to the dresser and pulled out an old shirt and pulled it over her head before she moved to the wall and flicked the light off and crawled into bed, glancing out the window at the training capsule. A fleeting thought touching down just before she drifted off to sleep. Vegeta…

Vegeta had sat in complete shock as he watched the woman move around the room. The pale skin of her body was illuminated under the soft light of the room. The gentle curves of her body were enough to make his mouth go dry. Her skirt fell to the floor and he was graced by the vision of her in, what looked like, light blue lace. She moved out of his line of sight for only a moment before the light went out.

His mind had been focused upon training for so long, to allow himself to get distracted like that was unacceptable. He pushed himself harder through the air. He grit his teeth as the one muscle he had no real control of, struggled against the spandex of his shorts. What was he going to do about this? There was something about that woman that drove him insane. He clenched his fists. He was going to figure it out so it was out of the way of his training!

Description
A Bulma x Vegeta fanfic

Chapter 2
~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three months later, the training capsule had been rebuilt. Vegeta, having no success with blue haired woman, had cornered the old man. He hadn't left the thing in a week since it had been finished. The fridge had been filled with food and drinks thanks to Bunny.

The day had gone as it had for the past few days, training until he dropped from exhaustion. He picked himself off the floor from where he had fallen after the core had wound down. His body beaten and sore, he had dragged himself to his standing position, his dark eyes moving towards the port hole of a window. It was dark. The thought of the night air on his heated skin sounded like a welcomed sensation.

Bulma came home after a long day at the company. She moved up to her room as she pulled out her cell phone. She needed to call Yamcha. She felt like she had been neglecting him somewhat with all the work she had been doing. She dialed his number as she moved up the stairs in her heals as the tone rang in her ear. When she got nothing she closed her phone and tossed it on her bed.

Outside, Vegeta had found a spot on top of the training capsule. Laying back on the cool metal his dark eyes searched the star filled sky. He had gone through space many times, but sitting here and looking up at the sky was kind of a different feeling. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the sound of the woman's voice. He sat up and looked over towards the Briefs house where the window was open slightly, the curtains rippling in the evening breeze.

She turned to look at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a grey pencil skirt with a grey suit jacket. She pulled off her jacket and tossed it onto the bed. The red silk shirt she wore was buttoned between her round breasts that weren't huge, but could hold their own. Her blue hair was down and gently curled and tucked behind one of her ears. Her blue eyes had dark rings under them and with a fingertip she pulled at them slightly with a sigh. Her phone went off under the jacket and she turned, kicking off her heals as she reached for the singing object. She flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Hey babe." It was Yamcha. She didn't know why, but his voice really didn't bring her joy. It used to, what changed? She only half listened to him as he prattled away about his day as her fingers began to work at the buttons of her shirt. She slid the cool fabric from her soft skin before tossing it on the bed as she had done with the jacket.

"Yamcha… I think that's great and all." She muttered as she rolled her neck, stretching it out. "But I'm really tired. " There was some protest and he forced a promise from her that she would go to dinner the next night with him. He had a few sponsors that wanted to meet with him and talk about baseball. It sounded like a snooze fest. However, she would be the loving and supportive girlfriend. She closed the phone and placed it on the night stand. She reached to her side and unbuttoned the side of her pencil skirt and let it simply fall to the floor. She moved to the dresser and pulled out an old shirt and pulled it over her head before she moved to the wall and flicked the light off and crawled into bed, glancing out the window at the training capsule. A fleeting thought touching down just before she drifted off to sleep. Vegeta…

Vegeta had sat in complete shock as he watched the woman move around the room. The pale skin of her body was illuminated under the soft light of the room. The gentle curves of her body were enough to make his mouth go dry. Her skirt fell to the floor and he was graced by the vision of her in, what looked like, light blue lace. She moved out of his line of sight for only a moment before the light went out.

His mind had been focused upon training for so long, to allow himself to get distracted like that was unacceptable. He pushed himself harder through the air. He grit his teeth as the one muscle he had no real control of, struggled against the spandex of his shorts. What was he going to do about this? There was something about that woman that drove him insane. He clenched his fists. He was going to figure it out so it was out of the way of his training!