I have read many a
fanfic on the famous subject of how Bulma and Vegeta got together.... Some real
sappy and some rather good.... I thought that I would throw my version into the
mix... Tell me what you think of it! I like those reviews. This is a revamp of my tale AS IT BEGAN… I
thought that it needed some work. Just
a little bit better and I will be expanding and putting a chapter 3… so enjoy.
Oh yeah... I don't own these characters....Don't sue me.... I am just a huge
fan... that is all! The usual disclaimer stuff.
As It Began
Why couldn't she just leave him alone?
Her image disappeared from the screen. Why did she have to bother him? He had
to train. He had to get stronger. He had the royal blood. The royal blood that
was supposed to guarantee that he was supposed to be stronger than anyone else.
He was the one that was supposed to transform! But Kakarott was stronger than
him and that boy! A stupid child, not even a man yet could turn into a Super
Saiyian and yet he could not!
He panted and tore off the bandages that the woman wound about him. They were
falling off anyway. He could feel his muscles giving, his body wanting to
collapse again but he couldn't allow that! He had to get stronger. Had to get
stronger than Kakarott!!
Had too!
He couldn't be weaker than a boy.
He tried to throw a kick but his other leg collapsed under him and he crashed
to the floor. He felt his ribs give and the breath was knocked out of him.
Suddenly the extra gravity was gone.
It didn't make a difference in how he tried to draw himself up. His muscles did
not want to listen to his mind anymore.
They did not want to cooperate and let him get stronger. He couldn't quit now. He couldn't. He had to keep going. He
had to get stronger and he had to force his body to obey him.
"Vegeta?"
That damn woman! What the hell did she
want now! Can't she tell that he wanted
to be alone! He didn't want to see her!
"Go away," He growled. He wished she would just go away. He didn't
need her help. Why did she even care? He did not ask her for anything.
Why was she always there?
"You are not dying in my house!" she snorted. He was able to force
himself to sit up but couldn't hide a wince. Yet another broken rib. Damn. That was sure going to slow things down. "Let me help you." Why was she even offering? Had she not told her to leave him alone a
million times?
"Go away!"
"Can't you say anything else?" She snapped. "Can you
stand?" An odd mix of contempt and caring in her voice.
"Go AWAY!" He growled. He had to get stronger! He had too! Nothing
could stop him from doing that and he wasn't going to let the pesky blue haired
woman get in his way of getting stronger! He pulled away from her and found
enough energy to stand. His knees
visibly wobbled but couldn't help that.
She sighed deeply put her hands on her hips and left. She must not have noticed.
Good.
He didn't turn the gravity back on. He was exhausted but he was not about to
admit it to that woman. He knew his body was well past his pain and physical
exertion tolerance. He wanted to collapse again but he forced himself to stay
in that room and train for another two hours just so that he wouldn't have to
deal with that smug woman. Why did she care anyway?
Stupid woman.
He staggered into the house. He was thirsty and hungry but he did not have the
energy or the will to get the food. It
would mean having to deal with her and he did not and he did not want to have
to deal with her. He was grateful to go to his bed and pass out and was even
more grateful that he did not have any of those awful dreams.
....................
Stupid man.
He was so hurt and yet he wouldn't admit it.
He was such a wreck! All the bandages that he needed he tore off and she
was sure that she heard his ribs crack.
He couldn't even stand without his legs shaking! As if she wouldn't notice how bad his
condition was.
She should have stayed a little bit longer. She would have enjoyed laughing at him as he
fell.
Stupid fool!
She had watched him collapse into he was bed.
How could he stand so much pain?
He could he get stronger if he killed himself? Of course, his logic didn't work that way. Oh.
Not for him. No pain, no
gain. So he has to almost kill himself
to get stronger that Goku. He couldn't
understand how a boy could be a supersaiyian and yet, him, the mr-I-got-royal
blodod guy. Stupid Stupid man.
She watched him sleep for a bit and couldn't help but worry. She didn't know
why that she cared for the big royal pain in the butt. He was nothing but rude
to her and treated her as a servant!
Yet...
Damn him!
...........................
She had cooked a big breakfast. He hadn't eaten before he passed out the day
before. He would be hungry when he woke up and she didn't want to hear his
nattering about how the food wasn't ready for him.
She went about it almost absently. Not really thinking about much.
Just stupid men and their stupid big egos and if there was anything she could
do to knock him down a couple of notches.
She understood that they had to fight. They had to prepare. The androids were
coming. But there was more than that for Vegeta. He had his stupid pride too.
He had to get stronger than Goku and that mystery boy.
She sighed.
He was killing himself and was too proud to let himself rest.
Too damn proud.
She heard footsteps.
Oh! He looked horrible! He did not look at her at all but sat at the table. She
placed some food in front of him and he still did not look up as he began to
eat. A move that said that he was just as grumpy as before.
But she wouldn't leave him alone. She
couldn't.
"You should let me look at your wounds," she said. "You need to
rest a bit so that they can heal properly."
He turned his glared to her. He looked like he was ready to snap. She no longer
feared him. It was hard to keep such a level of fear going when she saw him act
like he did and saw how lonely that he was.
He wasn't that scary once you got through his snarling exterior. She was pretty sure that he wasn't so gruff
on the inside.
She spoke before he could get his tongue moving. "How can you expect to
get stronger!" She knew that she struck his weak point. His pride.
"You have to heal!"
"I must keep going!" he growled and looked back down at the
food. He was to stubborn for his own
good!
"Well," she sniffed. "I guess the gravity pod will be
conveniently broken until I say that you are better!"
His fork dropped and his hand still shook as he picked it up. The guy needed to rest and rest now!
"I will just leave," he growled deeper than before. He was getting
angry.
"Where will you go?" she snapped. Let him get angry. "I am the
only one that tolerates YOU!" She slapped a glass of juice roughly in
front of him. The juice splashing onto
the table and her hands. "The only way that you are ever going to get
stronger is if you stay here and TOLERATE me!"
He groaned but was otherwise silent. He didn't argue. He didn't tell her to go
away. He must really be hurt. Really hurt.
"Why do you care?" His voice was low and not really asking her but
she answered him anyway.
"I do. I can't help it. You infuriate me and drive me crazy but you are
here. You don't have anyone," she sighed, "Destroying yourself will
do no one any good."
His eyes narrowed.
"Everyone needs somebody!" Did she just say that to Vegeta.
"I don't need anyone," he sounded rather weak as he said that but he
continued to eat, purposely not looking at her. He did not sound convincing.
She sighed. She knew what it was like to be lonely and Vegeta was even worse
off than her. She at least had her family and Yamcha. Vegeta had nothing. He had lost everything. She did not think she could handle loosing
everything.
"When you are done, I will check your wounds again," she said in a
commanding tone.
He grunted.
That was his yes.
She watched him eat and ate some as well. He didn't eat as much as he usually
did. Before he stopped he looked at her and grumbled. "Don't you dare wrap
me up like a mummy."
"I'll do what I have to do."
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It was quite a chore and a struggle to check him over. He was hardly
co-operative. The only time that he really responded was when she was bandaging
his ribs. For a minute, she thought
that he was going to send her through the wall.
"Done." She said.
He stood and made to leave.
"I don't think so! Get some rest," she commanded and pushed him back
onto the bed. He glared at her. "Don't glare at me! You will never become
stronger than Goku if you kill yourself." That seemed to stop him but
there was a pull of a fight on his face. She grabbed his arm and pushed his shoulder
so that he collapsed back onto the bed.
His frown deepened. "A walk would loosen up..."
"You are going to rest and I'm going to make sure that you stay
there!" He grunted but there was a smug look on his face. What a stupid,
stupid man!!!
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He laid back and tried to relax. His ribs hurt. She had given him some white
pills, quite a few white pills and they were started to help him feel a little
better. But his muscles were all knotted up and tight. He needed to stretch but
the woman was right there with a determined look on her face. He rotated his
stiff shoulders and stretched his arms.
"Rest, damn you!" She commanded and grabbed his shoulders as if she
was strong enough to make him keep them still.
"I need to work out the muscles or else they will be harder to get moving
again later woman!" he snapped.
"It will do me no good to lie in bed all day."
She glared at him.
"Fine," She snapped. He smiled with relief. He did not want to spend
the day in bed. "Roll over!"
He could only blink at her. What did
she want him to do?
"Roll over!"
"What?"
She placed her hands firmly on him and shoved and was shocked to find himself
on his stomach and cradling his hips. Her hands were on his back. He was about
to throw her off and curse at her when her fingers worked... well... magically
on his tense shoulder muscles. He could hear her mumbling. "Foolish men.
Can't do anything without your women. You would all be dead or dying of
malnutrition if it wasn't for us."
He just grunted.
It felt good.
As much as he hated to admit that. It really felt good. He soon found the
tension leaving and found himself dozing and was a bit disturbed when she moved
off him, but then her hands went to his legs. "Stay still," she
snapped.
He closed his eyes and reveled in her touch. Why was he letting her do this to
him? It was very relaxing and comforting. He doubted that he ever felt so
relaxed, even with the steady throb of pain that was present. He was... Why the
hell was she doing this?
Did he care?
Not really.
He found himself dozing again. Relaxed.
Stupid woman stopped again.
She sighed deeply. He kept his eyes closed and allowed the relaxation to seep
deeper into him. He doubted that he had ever allowed himself to relax before.
He felt her hand trace over his back and she sighed deeply again. Her hand
crossed his lower back in a slow and gently manner. He was getting annoyed by
this and her sighs. She could leave now, but telling her than would most likely
make her talk to him and he didn't want to ruin how he felt.
"I wish I could get through to you," her voice was a whisper.
He really wished she would go away.
Her hand rubbed his lower back again and found the only sensitive part of his
body. Not because it hurt but because he missed it. His tail stub. That fat man
would pay for that eventually and he did miss his tail. He turned away from her
and startled her. "Go away," he snarled. He had really liked his
tail, but then Kakarott didn't have his tail anymore... maybe...
"No!" She snarled. "If I leave you, you will take off and go
hurt yourself! Not after all the work I put into you to get you to relax! No
way!"
He snorted and looked away from her. He closed his eyes and let unforgiving
sleep take him. He didn't want to think
of her but… but… the stupid woman even invaded his sleep.
The woman... She haunted his dreams and they were enjoyable. The only way he
thought he could do such things. The
only way that he thought that he could dare let himself do such things.
He woke up and was still stiff but was shocked to see that the woman
remained. No wonder he was inflicted
with those thrilling dreams. She was
not sitting at the desk sleeping like he had caught her before but sleeping
next to him. He fought the urge to throw her across the room. How DARE she!!
HOW DARE SHE! Her head was resting against his shoulders and her hand was
resting on his stomach. She was sleeping on him! How dare she! He never asked for any of this! He never wanted any of this. He never thought that he could allow himself
such weakness!
He never asked her for her help. Never. Why did she care?
She made a low moan. A satisfied happy type moan and she somehow moved closer
to him.
He didn't want her pity.
He didn't want her to coddle him. He needed to be strong and the woman didn't
make you stronger. They were a cause of weakness.
Weakness!
If he had ever needed the companionship of a female, he would just take one.
That was the way it always was. He just would take one. He never knew the
companionship of a Saiyian woman and knew that he never would. He never had the
desire to be near a woman longer than to satisfy himself. Then there were the
women on this pitiful rock and the one oddly colored woman who was buried
against his side. The woman with her loud mouth and her arrogant manner... what
was with the women on this planet?
He found his hand in her blue hair.
Damn her.
Despite the pain and the stiffness in his body...
Damn her.
He tore at her shirt. She made a startled sharp sound. She looked like she was
going to yell at him. He removed her shorts with out tearing them. Why wasn't
she fighting? Why wasn't she complaining? Didn't matter. Didn't matter at all.
It would just be easier.
He removed her underclothes sharply causing her to make another startled sound.
"Vegeta?" Was she scared? Didn't matter. He was hungry! He had never
been so hungry! He began to nuzzle her throat and she started to make the most
pleasant sounds. Her hands on his back and her nails on his side... he liked
it. She tasted good. She felt good after he got rid of that pesky bra from
confining her and the shorts that confined him.
Her pleasant noises were increasing.
Damn her. Why did she care? Why?
Foolish woman.
She threw her head back...
Damn her.
Why did she have to do this to him?
Why wasn't she fighting him off?
He felt himself give and he took her. He ravished her. He enjoyed hearing her
and he enjoyed the feel of her legs wrapping around him as he thrust into her.
He enjoyed everything about how she responded. How her neck arched, her breast
pressed against him...everything.
Damn woman.
Stupid woman.
He absolutely molested her. He knew he was rough and he just was not one to be
gentle and she didn't seem to mind from that stupid grin on her face. Why was he
letting her remain?
She was still cuddled next to him. Where did that blanket come from? Didn't
matter. He slept and rested and had more dreams of her. Didn't matter at all.
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