A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so please leave any helpful comments/reviews.
Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama owns DBZ and all the characters in it.
Chapter 1 - "Cold and Dark Night"
"Trunks, listen. You need to take good care of your mother."
His mother.
With a simple mention of her, Vegeta's mouth formed a smiled. He began to remember that faithful night in which their love for one another began to bloom.
Vegeta continued to punch the air.
I must get stronger!
He continued tirelessly and without any thought he looked through the window of the Gravity Room.
It's raining...but what does that matter to me? A little rain can't hurt the Prince of all Saiyans.
The minutes passed by and became hours. He continued training, his mind never forgetting his mission and his father's instruction.
I must train to become a Super Saiyan! I cannot let a low-class Saiyan humiliate me! I must be stronger and retain my honor.
Once again, he stared outside and noticed that the rain had increased dramatically. He, reluctantly, decided to leave the GR. He couldn't stay any longer. The thunderstorm was becoming stronger. Even a Saiyan can't defeat the wrath of Mother Earth.
Upon entering Capsule Corp, he noticed her in her lab, working away.
She had been different lately. They didn't have their daily arguments. He didn't understand why a woman as stubborn as she had stopped arguing with him. Ever since the Gravity Room exploded, she had been checking on him constantly; he repeatedly told her to leave him alone, and she, persistently, continued to check on him. She was as stubborn as he and he hated that about her. But he was impressed with the fact that she didn't seemed to fear him
I don't know why she doesn't listen to me. At any moment, I could kill her. Maybe she thinks that boyfriend of hers-
It was then when he realized that her annoying boyfriend hadn't been around for weeks.
So that's it.
A smirk came upon his face.
One less annoying earthling to deal with.
He decided to shower, since his stomach began crying for food. A Saiyan must eat if he wants to continue growing in strength.
As he finished his shower, he went downstairs for dinner. He had heard Dr. Briefs saying something about a trip his wife and the doctor were taking that week. Although he didn't want to, he had to.
"SERVANT WOMAN! I NEED MY DINNER!!"
No response.
"DON'T MAKE ME GET YOU!"
He could hear the sound of stomping footsteps coming near him.
"Vegeta!!" the blue haired woman said as soon as she appeared in the kitchen. "You could be more polite, you know?"
"Okay, servant woman, would you please give me my dinner?!"
"I don't understand why I have to make you dinner. I fix your gravity room every time you destroy it. I help you heal when you got injured. Now I have to make you dinner?!"
"Well, you have two choices: one, make me dinner and live another day or lose your life over the simple fact that you didn't fix me dinner, which, to me, is a pitiful death."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Are you sure?" the saiyan asked, raising an eyebrow.
Unbeknownst to them, the storm outside was getting stronger, and at that instant, the electricity when out.
"Great!" Bulma said.
"With or without electricity you still have to make my dinner."
Stumbling, Bulma reached into a drawer and took out matches and candles. She lit them and placed one on the kitchen table and took the other in her hand. She walked towards the refrigerator and reached insides. She took out two food bins filled with food her mother had cooked previously before leaving for the trip.
I'm glad she left lots of food prepared before leaving. I should eat too. I've been busy at the lab.
"Unfortunately, we're going to have to eat it cold."
"No we won't"
Bulma didn't understand. She saw Vegeta put his hand under the food bin and with a minimal amount of ki, he was able to heat it.
They sat across from each other.
This would've been a romantic candlelit dinner if I was eating with anyone else, she thought as she stared at the man across from her.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking."
"Hmph!"
He rose from his chair. Bulma followed with a candle in her hand.
"Where are you going?"
"To my room."
"B-b-but you can't leave me!"
"Are you scared of the dark?" Even with dim lighting, she could see him smirking.
"No! It's just that I'm alone and I don't like it; that's all."
He chuckled and began leaving.
"Wait!" She ran towards him and stumbled, causing her to fall on top of him.
Vegeta was surprised. He had never allowed a woman to touch him before. He suddenly remembered when he came back after being away looking for Goku. He had come back and Bulma told him he needed a bath. She placed one finger on his chest and instructed him to follow her. He followed, not because he was attracted to her, but because he felt the need to bathe.
He remembered how ridiculous he felt when he wore the pink shirt.
Never again, he thought. Never again will I allow her to humiliate me like that. I also won't allow her to place one finger on me. Doesn't she know who she's talking to? Doesn't she know I'm the Prince of all Saiyans?
Yet, at that instant, having her on top of him, he felt the warmth of her body on him. A warmth that he had never experienced before, and, even if he wouldn't admit it, he found it comforting.
This warmth caused him to become a puppet to the passion it provoked. It overtook him, making him forget who he was. And then, it happened.
They kissed.