Alright, this is my first attempt at a fan fic. Comments and suggestions are welcome! :DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ or Characters.
Chapter 1: Close encounters of the nightmarish kind.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips as the sun set in the distance, a quiet close to another difficult day. Bulma Briefs, heir to the capsule corporation stared off into the disappearing sun. "Humph, could this be a metaphor for my life" she mused briefly.
The quiet hum of the gravity simulator indicated that a certain unpleasant house guest was still not done training for the day. "At least he hasn't broken it…again…" she thought to herself with a pang of annoyance and admiration.
The air quieted down as the gravity machine issued a loud hiss indicating it was powering down. Out stepped her new guest, Vegeta. He stretched briefly as he walked across the lawn toward the kitchen door no doubt to demand nourishment after his long day of nearly killing himself.
"Well that's my cue" Bulma said to herself as she turned to go to the kitchen before Vegeta started to polish off everything edible in sight.
As she walked down stairs she heard her mother bunnies' shrill voice carrying up the stairs. "Oh Mr. Vegeta you work so hard, I made a big meal, you should dig in, you need all the nourishment you can get after such a long day" Bulma smiled to herself as she pictured the look on vegetas face from her mother's endless ranting.
Walking into the kitchen she stifled a giggle when she saw Vegetas face perfectly imitating what she had pictured in her head.
"Woman, what the hell are you laughing at?" asked vegeta, his face turning back to its normal stoic expression.
"Nothing at all….Boy" Said bulma not missing a beat. It had become customary lately for them to playfully banter every time they came face to face with each other. Sometimes she secretly wondered if they had kept score, who would have more points? Her or The Prince of all Assholes?
During their earlier encounters she was scarred shitless to even be in the same room with the prince but after about a month or so she learned to read his different moods and subtle body language.
Tonight he ate a little slower than usual and seemed to be deep in thought so she took his calm demeanor to mean he was in a slightly good mood.
"So…um…Vegeta" she said calmly looking for any indication he was listening.
When he slightly cocked his head in her direction she continued. "I was just wondering how your training went today?"
He looked at her clearly agitated. "How the hell do you think it went, I'm still here obviously a have not yet ascended, you will know when I've had a good day when you don't see me again" he answered.
"well excuse me asshole, fuck it I don't care how your stupid training went I won't ask again" bulma said venom laced in every syllable, "so much for being in a good mood" she thought.
Dinner continued without another word exchanged between the two. Instead Bulma talked to her father about some new invention ideas and her mother fussing over Vegeta and his many wounds from training.
After eating the last bit of food bunny pushed onto vegetas plate he quietly excused himself from the table to take a hot shower to relax his sore muscles.
As the water cascaded down his back he cursed himself quietly as his thoughts drifted towards the person he wanted to think about the least. "Why does that woman have to plague my thoughts every minute of every day" frustrated he turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist and left his bathroom to sit on his bed.
"I will train harder tomorrow, get her out of my head for good" He sighed and laid back staring at the ceiling for a while before he turned and climbed under the blankets for another night of nightmare ridden sleep.
Bulma helped her mom clean up after dinner and chatted more with her dad before she finally decided to call it a night. She kissed her dad on the cheek and told him goodnight before heading upstairs. Gosh I'm tired she thought as she more pulled herself up the long staircase forcing one foot in front of the next. She shuffled down the hall but stopped right outside Vegetas room when she heard a strange noise. It was very quiet at first and then it got louder. She crept right up to his door and pressed her ear to the wood and listened. "He is having a nightmare" she thought frowning.
As much as he pissed her off she couldn't help but want to make those go away for him. She remembered as a girl waking up and being afraid to stay in her own room. "He doesn't have anyone to run to, I had my parents to crawl in bed with, he has to suffer all alone"
She placed her hand on the doorknob completely stumped on what she should do next. After what seemed like an eternity she decided to go in when she heard a strangled gasp from inside his room
Slowly she turned the handle and crept quietly to his bedside. It was so dark but she could make out a slight shadow of everything in the room. She came right up to the edge of the bed and stood there for a minute unsure of how to go about this.
When he let out a harsh but quiet cry she made up her mind not to let him suffer any longer. She sat down on the bed and placed her hand on his chest and gave a light shove.
As if he had been awake all along he suddenly sat bolt upright and grabbed her by the arm.
With a squeal Bulma tried to yank her arm out of his grasp but her efforts were futile against the Sayajin.
Finally Vegeta fully came too and took in his surroundings, no he wasn't on Freiza's ship but there was something wrong here, what the hell was that little loud mouth onna doing in his sleeping chambers?
"What are you doing in here?" he asked angrily
She stared at him wide eyed mentally cursing herself for even entering his room. "I uh I uh, you were having a nightmare"
"Yeah obviously woman, but that doesn't answer my question now does it" he pointed out.
"Right well I yeah, you, I'll just go" she said looking down at his hand that was still wrapped firmly around her slender arm.
He stared at her for a moment before he followed her gaze and saw that he must have grabbed her thinking she was an enemy when he woke up. He released her quickly.
The sudden blood rush to her fingers startled her and she looked down at the bright red handprint that was beginning to bruise on her arm. "Wow vegeta I'm sorry I didn't realize your dreams were that bad"
"Woman let me look at that" he said quietly eyeing the bruise.
"No its okay, I shouldn't have..."she started to say when vegeta cut her off
"No woman I'll take a look at that it's against sayajin honor to harm a woman" he said obviously slightly cursing himself for doing that and in his sleep no less.
He got up and walked into his bathroom and came back with a small jar of ointment that he lightly placed over the reddened area.
"There now leave and next time knock woman" he said with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Bulma got up and made her way out the door noticing him slightly smiling as she closed the door behind her. She went into her room and didn't even bother changing before she collapsed onto her bed running a shaky hand through her cerulean hair and wiggled out of her pants and shirt. She rolled over and squirmed under her sheets a thousand thoughts of the sayajin price going through her head as she drifted off to sleep.