Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ however i do own this fic and whom ever
wants to post it on their site has my permission :)
I put this fic in the Rated R section for a reason only mature audiances may
read it. To ease the confusion a group home is a large building with up to
13 or 14 seperate rooms for children in the foster care system. I use to live
in one for 1 and 1/2 years that's how i know what it is. The group home
either contains all females or all males, they don't put them together anymore
due to "sexual activities" So Bulma and her friend Joni are considered orphans.
Also females who live in a group home don't have a good name, whether they
ruined their reputation themselves doesn't matter. I hope that eases some confusion
Please review to tell me what you think, Flamers are welcome b/c i could care less,
i think it's funny.
Chapter one
Bulma leaned against the brick wall, enjoying the nice weather as well as what was left of her cigarette.
Her shoulder length aqua hair swayed in the gentle breeze.
"Bulma do you want to get blazed with Goku and me?" Joni asked comng around the corner
"Sure." She replied as she eyed Goku, finding him extremely handsome. "Do you have the weed?"
"Uh, No but my boy has it at his house." Goku said with a smile on his face.
Bulma smiled forcefully wondering how Joni managed to end up with all the good looking guys while she got stuck with the trash.
"So we're going over to his house?"
"We have to, he's on house arrest." Joni replied "But you'll like him he's the male version of you."
Bulma threw her cigarette on the concrete extinquishing it with her shoe.
"Well it's not like i have anything better to do, let's go pay your boy a visit." Bulma said while trailing behind
her best friend and Goku.
As they walked goku would take quick glances at the aqua haired beauty.
Joni had told him that Bulma didn't have the best environment at home.
Her mother and step-father were too into drugs to realize she even existed. Which was sad, yes,
but it was more than the drugs, her mother was an alcoholic was would get trashed and all psycho,
hitting and wailing on anyone who was around. Her biological father had molested her
when she was just a child, stripping away her trust and naiveity about the world around her.
"Are we there yet?" Bulma asked breaking the uneasy silence.
"It's right there." Joni retorted while pointing to the beige colored house with a screened in porch.
Goku walked past the two girls, entering the house, when he came back out a few seconds later, a
shorter male followed, with a baggy of weed in one hand and a pipe in the other.
He grunted when Goku took a seat beside Bulma, forcing him to sit beside Joni.
"Who's she?"
"Vegeta be nice, this is Joni's friend Bulma." Goku said in his normal cheerful voice.
"Hn" Vegeta snorted and turned his attention back to the baggy.
Bulma looked at Vegeta. His ebony black hair which defied gravity as it resembled a flame.
His coal black eyes were cold and emotionless much like her own. His body was perfection.
Not one ounce of fat on him. Where one muscle ended another began. He was short but his small
compact frame made up for it. His skin was bronze with a golden hue to it, and his face,
gods, was beautiful, the scowl suited him well, he wouldn't look right with a smile.
Vegeta felt the hair's on the back of his neck stand up, he felt as if someone was watching him.
Yet when he looked up noone was. Shrugging it off he handed the pipe to Goku after he took a hit.
Goku had passed it to Bulma seems how neither joni or himself wanted to get high at the moment.
As Bulma took the pipe from Goku and began to smoke from the pipe. Vegeta's eyes
fell upon her. The way she upheld herself amazed him. She had large breasts for a female
human, especially at her age. Kakarotto had told him she was 14. By simply looking at the girl
you wouldn't believe it. She had an hour glass figure, a slim face, with big blue eyes.
That revealed nothing besides your reflection. Something tragic had to have happened
to her, to make her so shut off to the world, she reminded him so much of himself.
After she handed him back his pipe, since she smoked more than 2 bowls by herself.
He could see the pain, betrayal, and rage that laid vivid in her soul. The weed had relaxed
her, forcing the barrier she held around herself to vanish. He tore his gaze from her's.
Hearing a loud 'thud' he turned his attention to Kakarotto and the aqua haired beauty.
She had gotten up and left the porch, to lay down on the black leather couch in his living room.
Goku looked in the front door to see what happened, his snickering told both Joni and Vegeta
Bulma had passed out.
"Did she pass out?" Joni asked
" Yeah,I think she missed the couch though because she's laying on the floor."
"So the 'thud' was from her head hitting the table?" Joni asked
"Uh, i dunno."
"Baka! If her head hit the table she could have a concussion." Vegeta spat throwing his pipe
at Goku as he stormed inside. He gently picked Bulma up and laid her on the couch, with
a pillow to levitate her head and a blanket to keep her warm.
He rejoined the other's moments later.
"Joni, what has she gone through to make her so cold, and cut off, how come she's so much like.... like me?" Vetea asked gently
Joni sighed looking at him sadly.
"I can't tell you, you'll have to find out on your own. Just promise me one thing Vegeta."
"What?"
"Never hurt her in any way, she's been through too much to deal with the jerks around here."
"I would never hurt my Ro'sha." Vegeta whispered softly
Goku's eyes widened as Vegeta used their native tongue calling Bulma his Ro'sha.
A saiyan's Ro'sha is their mate, lover, someone who they spend the rest of their life with.
Goku just found it odd that no matter how Vegeta belittled the human race, he was falling in love
with the exotic looking human female that slept on his couch.
A/N: Ch2 coming soon. Tell me what ya think please review!!!
wants to post it on their site has my permission :)
I put this fic in the Rated R section for a reason only mature audiances may
read it. To ease the confusion a group home is a large building with up to
13 or 14 seperate rooms for children in the foster care system. I use to live
in one for 1 and 1/2 years that's how i know what it is. The group home
either contains all females or all males, they don't put them together anymore
due to "sexual activities" So Bulma and her friend Joni are considered orphans.
Also females who live in a group home don't have a good name, whether they
ruined their reputation themselves doesn't matter. I hope that eases some confusion
Please review to tell me what you think, Flamers are welcome b/c i could care less,
i think it's funny.
Chapter one
Bulma leaned against the brick wall, enjoying the nice weather as well as what was left of her cigarette.
Her shoulder length aqua hair swayed in the gentle breeze.
"Bulma do you want to get blazed with Goku and me?" Joni asked comng around the corner
"Sure." She replied as she eyed Goku, finding him extremely handsome. "Do you have the weed?"
"Uh, No but my boy has it at his house." Goku said with a smile on his face.
Bulma smiled forcefully wondering how Joni managed to end up with all the good looking guys while she got stuck with the trash.
"So we're going over to his house?"
"We have to, he's on house arrest." Joni replied "But you'll like him he's the male version of you."
Bulma threw her cigarette on the concrete extinquishing it with her shoe.
"Well it's not like i have anything better to do, let's go pay your boy a visit." Bulma said while trailing behind
her best friend and Goku.
As they walked goku would take quick glances at the aqua haired beauty.
Joni had told him that Bulma didn't have the best environment at home.
Her mother and step-father were too into drugs to realize she even existed. Which was sad, yes,
but it was more than the drugs, her mother was an alcoholic was would get trashed and all psycho,
hitting and wailing on anyone who was around. Her biological father had molested her
when she was just a child, stripping away her trust and naiveity about the world around her.
"Are we there yet?" Bulma asked breaking the uneasy silence.
"It's right there." Joni retorted while pointing to the beige colored house with a screened in porch.
Goku walked past the two girls, entering the house, when he came back out a few seconds later, a
shorter male followed, with a baggy of weed in one hand and a pipe in the other.
He grunted when Goku took a seat beside Bulma, forcing him to sit beside Joni.
"Who's she?"
"Vegeta be nice, this is Joni's friend Bulma." Goku said in his normal cheerful voice.
"Hn" Vegeta snorted and turned his attention back to the baggy.
Bulma looked at Vegeta. His ebony black hair which defied gravity as it resembled a flame.
His coal black eyes were cold and emotionless much like her own. His body was perfection.
Not one ounce of fat on him. Where one muscle ended another began. He was short but his small
compact frame made up for it. His skin was bronze with a golden hue to it, and his face,
gods, was beautiful, the scowl suited him well, he wouldn't look right with a smile.
Vegeta felt the hair's on the back of his neck stand up, he felt as if someone was watching him.
Yet when he looked up noone was. Shrugging it off he handed the pipe to Goku after he took a hit.
Goku had passed it to Bulma seems how neither joni or himself wanted to get high at the moment.
As Bulma took the pipe from Goku and began to smoke from the pipe. Vegeta's eyes
fell upon her. The way she upheld herself amazed him. She had large breasts for a female
human, especially at her age. Kakarotto had told him she was 14. By simply looking at the girl
you wouldn't believe it. She had an hour glass figure, a slim face, with big blue eyes.
That revealed nothing besides your reflection. Something tragic had to have happened
to her, to make her so shut off to the world, she reminded him so much of himself.
After she handed him back his pipe, since she smoked more than 2 bowls by herself.
He could see the pain, betrayal, and rage that laid vivid in her soul. The weed had relaxed
her, forcing the barrier she held around herself to vanish. He tore his gaze from her's.
Hearing a loud 'thud' he turned his attention to Kakarotto and the aqua haired beauty.
She had gotten up and left the porch, to lay down on the black leather couch in his living room.
Goku looked in the front door to see what happened, his snickering told both Joni and Vegeta
Bulma had passed out.
"Did she pass out?" Joni asked
" Yeah,I think she missed the couch though because she's laying on the floor."
"So the 'thud' was from her head hitting the table?" Joni asked
"Uh, i dunno."
"Baka! If her head hit the table she could have a concussion." Vegeta spat throwing his pipe
at Goku as he stormed inside. He gently picked Bulma up and laid her on the couch, with
a pillow to levitate her head and a blanket to keep her warm.
He rejoined the other's moments later.
"Joni, what has she gone through to make her so cold, and cut off, how come she's so much like.... like me?" Vetea asked gently
Joni sighed looking at him sadly.
"I can't tell you, you'll have to find out on your own. Just promise me one thing Vegeta."
"What?"
"Never hurt her in any way, she's been through too much to deal with the jerks around here."
"I would never hurt my Ro'sha." Vegeta whispered softly
Goku's eyes widened as Vegeta used their native tongue calling Bulma his Ro'sha.
A saiyan's Ro'sha is their mate, lover, someone who they spend the rest of their life with.
Goku just found it odd that no matter how Vegeta belittled the human race, he was falling in love
with the exotic looking human female that slept on his couch.
A/N: Ch2 coming soon. Tell me what ya think please review!!!