Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to read! This is my first published work, I hope you enjoy it.
This tiny chapter is a sort of introduction in Bulma's perspective, just to give you the gist of the story.
Dragon Ball Z and all its characters are owned by AkiraToriyama, Toei Animation... Blah blah... I own nothing but my ideas. Cheers!
The Prince of all Saiyans is not a man who smiles easily. Grinning, smirking, and mocking snarls are common on his sharp features, we all know that. But smiling? Rarely.
I tried to convince myself for the longest time that such was the reason for his smiles to be seared into my memory, or for the delicious shiver that ran down my spine and directly into my core the first time I saw one. I tried to fool myself into thinking it was raw fear -not desire!- which rendered me unable to tear my eyes off his upturned lips.
Yes, I so tried to tell myself that every time I saw one after that.
And boy, was I wrong!
The Prince of all Saiyans does smile when something catches his wicked attention. And I was lucky (or unlucky?) to have piqued his interest enough to be a witness to quite a few of his twisted smiles.
Bulma Briefs