Hi guys, this is my first ever DBZ fan fic, so please review and follow for more chapters! :)
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Bulma sat across the dark handsome man that looked down at his food eating it like it would run away from him at that very moment. She watched his long black hair that never seemed to stay down and his sharp, defined features that looked like they could leave scars on anybody who dared to touch. Her eyes moved down to his muscular arms as they went to and fro from his mouth to his plate and back again. She couldn't help but smile as she watched her man eat his food. So much had happened since the time Vegeta came to stay at the Briefs Capsule Corps residence, which was about ten years ago. He had stressed so many times to Bulma and himself (privately) that he was only staying there to train, and for food and accommodation purposes. He was not there simply because he wanted to or because he enjoyed the company of Earthlings. The mere thought sickened him. But over time, the kindness of Mr and Mrs Briefs ever so slightly softened him, and the annoying, loud and whiny nature of Bulma had somehow won his heart. He realised that there was not a streak of bad in the Briefs couple and he actually found Bulma's behaviour pretty amusing. He had always enjoyed their little arguments in the beginning before they became romantically involved. Bulma could tell. She remembered the one argument that had changed everything.
It was the time shortly after she had broken up with Yamcha – for good. She had gotten tired of his constant cheating and so decided she had had enough. It was time to let go. It was obvious he wasn't meant for her. Although she thought he was during the hiatus of their relationship. He was the definition of a Greek god back then; tan, edgy looking, sculpted muscles and an oblivious mentality when it came to the city life. But over time, he started to fit in. He became a professional baseball player, cut his hair short and was no more the rough bandit she had fell in love with. Girls were falling at his feet for him and it was obvious he was more than willing to have his cake and eat it too. And oh boy, did he do just that.
Especially when another Greek god moved into her home and Yamcha felt like he was being replaced by a merciless killing tyrant - Vegeta. That made him spiral out of control even more. So in order to drown her sorrows, Bulma called her old time girlfriends and went out more, mainly partying and drinking, anything to get her mind off of Yamcha. But because of this sudden freedom, her image became more… Excessive. She began to wear huge amounts of make up than she wore before and showed an extra bit more skin with her clothing; more legs, teasing cleavage and a flawless shape. The attention she received from the opposite sex was ridiculous, but it didn't matter anymore because she was single and enjoying it.
And so, on one particular early morning after a crazy night out, she was sitting at her dresser, peacefully removing the tight bun on top of her head and her excessive make up. Until the sound of a loud bellowing voice disturbed her.
"Woman! Woman!"
She sighed as she heard the voice she knew all too well. Vegeta. There was no way she was going to answer him as she was fed up of being referred to as woman. It was as if he was identifying her as someone with no importance, no name. A person who was beneath him.
She rolled her eyes as she heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs and knew her choice to ignore the man would be in vain. Vegeta appeared at her doorway and crossed his hands underneath his massive chest, leaning on the wall casually. He was no more in his usual Saiyan armour, but instead in simple sweatpants and a t shirt. The laid back, chilled attire was something that he had grown to feel rather comfortable in.
"Did you not hear me calling you, woman?"
With a sigh, Bulma loosed her blue hair so it could fall down to her shoulders and looked up at him, saying, "Refer to me as woman one more time and I wi-"
"You will what?" asked Vegeta with a smug smile on his face. His eyes were glinting as he realised their conversation was about to turn into another full-blow argument. "What could you possibly do that will harm me?"
His eyes scrutinised her up and down and then shook his head from side to side in amusement, chuckling quietly.
"Look at those scrawny arms and legs and now take a look at my own!"
Bulma looked over his body in awe and she couldn't deny his body was amazing. She tried to hide her bewilderment but it was too late; Vegeta had already seen it.
He just smiled proudly and said, "You see? Your physique does not match my own and so there is not a thing you could possibly ever do to me!"
Bulma silently growled within herself, annoyed at his cockiness. She spoke up and said, "Oh here we go again! Look Vegeta, we have been here plenty of times before but I am not in the mood to go there again this early in the morning!"
"Oh really?" replied Vegeta. "Well I am."
With that everlasting smug smile on his face, he began to stride into the room with his arms still folded until he was at a pretty close distance to Bulma. He looked over her, enjoying the way it felt. Bulma was taller than him and so he slightly had to look up at her whenever they were standing. He couldn't stand the woman being taller than him.
Bulma turned to her dresser mirror again and started to remove her make up.
"Woman, look at me when I am talking to you!"
Bulma titled her head back and laughed, and then mocked his voice, "Woman look at me when I am talking you!"
She screwed her face in the mirror as she mimicked him, which the Saiyan Prince realised was a re-enactment of himself.
He growled in anger, "I will not be made a mockery of! Now look at me!"
Bulma peered up at him with an uninterested expression and saw Vegeta's eyes suddenly change. She had wiped off all of her make up and now appeared to be very plain-faced. No frills, no extras, just simply herself.
"Yes, Vegeta, this is how I really look. Now will you stop looking at me like that!" She said, annoyed. It was not as if he had never seen her without make up before, so why was he looking at her like Frieza's ghost had appeared to haunt him?
Vegeta quickly broke the eye contact and looked away, embarrassed that he was staring for so long and that he had been caught off guard.
Bulma raised an eyebrow but then turned back to her mirror to finish off her face, deciding to dismiss his sudden demure.
"So why are you here Vegeta? Why have you come to disturb me at this godforsaken hour?"
Vegeta looked back at her and then the evil curl of his lips once again returned to his face as he remembered.
"Ahh, I almost forgot! I wanted a sandwich to quench my sudden hunger, but your mother was asleep. I know you're always up at this time so I decided I wanted you to make me one. Now hurry up and go to the kitchen!"
"Excuse me?" Bulma said, not quite grasping what the short man had just said. "Go-to-the-kitchen? Are you out of your mind? You can't tell me what to do!"
Bulma gave a sharp and swift turn to look up at Vegeta but he quickly avoided her eyes again. She couldn't understand why he was doing that. Did she look that bad? So bad to the point where he couldn't even look at her?
But what she didn't know was that he was taken aback by her, by her… Dare he think it... Her beauty. It was the first time he had ever seen her so… Normal. It was not as if he had never seen her without make up before. It was just that this time around everything seemed so different. It was the first time in ages since they had had a full blow argument, which he had always enjoyed in the past. Pissing the woman off had now become one of his main hobbies, apart from training. But recently Bulma had been too busy with her work; unable to sit at the table for dinner, and unable to stay at home for long periods at a time. In the day, she was far too busy with the company; attending meetings, and sorting out other important things at the head office. And at night time she was too busy trying to forget her ex Yamcha, and so she barely had a presence these days at the Briefs residence. Vegeta looked her over and noticed how she was wearing ordinary pyjamas, which she usually did wear at night time. He had never taken notice of her before her face became scarce when she walked around the house every morning in them, without her make up or her hair done. But now that he had finally seen her after a long while, he was amazed by her natural beauty. He found it mind-boggling how the female human species would paint their faces in order to enhance their looks. If anything, he felt it destroyed it.
He looked back at Bulma and was shocked at the feelings stirring within him. He was beginning to find her attractive and he just couldn't grasp it.
But not wanting to make it obvious, he quickly went back to his normal self and shouted, "Yes I can! I am the Prince of all Saiyan's, so I can do what I like!"
Bulma rolled her eyes in annoyance and then started to mimic him again, moving her hands in a puppet-like motion and twisting her mouth in all different angles. Vegeta began to grow angry.
"Grrr, stop that nonsense woman! Stop mocking me!"
Bulma laughed at his anger and then purposely stood up to remind Vegeta of the height difference between them. She wasn't certain, but she could have sworn she saw him wince as she stood above him, clearly affected by how tall she was.
"Or what Vegeta?" She said with a confident look on her face. "What are you going to do?"
He growled some more and then said, "Don't tempt me woman!"
Bulma now became angry at the fact that he could not address her by her proper name and said, "Ohh for Kami's sake, how many times do I have to tell you, my name isn't woman, it's BULMA! B-u-l-m-a, BULMA!"
"Well, fine then!" Shouted Vegeta as he uncrossed his arms and they dropped to either side of him, his fists creating tight balls as his anger was rising. He moved forward and said, "I won't refer to you as woman anymore shall I? Instead, I'll just call you Bonehead!"
Bulma gasped at his words and then used every strength in her body to slap Vegeta across his face. Vegeta's face suddenly turned at the force of her hand, shocked her hand could even possess such power that would cause his face to move. His eyes slowly slid across to meet her own, which was glaring at him in anger. She stood with her hands on her hips, awaiting his response.
His face slowly began to change; no longer scrunched up in anger and instead of curses coming out of his mouth; he let out a roaring laughter.
"I cannot believe it!" he shouted, more talking to himself than the bewildered woman in front of him. "Bulma slapped me! She actually used physical force against me!"
He held his cheek with his right hand and his other one held his stomach, as he continued to shake in laughter.
Bulma's eyes softened as she watched him, surprised he had taken her sudden actions in that way. She couldn't deny, his laugh was pretty contagious and so her lips slowly began to curl, breaking up as she began to release a fit of giggles as well.
They both started to laugh ridiculously, finding the whole situation rather bemusing. Vegeta, who usually had his guard up at all times, had now forgotten about all of that and couldn't help but to laugh hysterically. He deeply admired Bulma for her bravery to stand up to him like that, but he couldn't help but find it funny as well.
"Bulma!" he said as his laughs began to quiet down. "You actually had the courage to raise your hand against me!"
Bulma began to quiet down also and smiled as she noticed Vegeta called her by her real name.
"Did you just call me Bulma?" She raised her eyebrow and folded her arms, the glint in her eyes digging into Vegeta. "Wow, I can't believe it!"
Vegeta made no attempt to cover his feelings as he looked at her with warm eyes, giving her a slightly cheeky smile and replied, "Yeah, well…" his voice trailed off as they both stared at each other a bit longer than they should have. He looked away and turned his head towards the door at the sudden awkwardness in the room. "I would still like that sandwich."
Bulma smiled and then walked past him to the doorway, turning around to face him. "Alright, well come downstairs and watch while I make you one."
She turned to leave and headed downstairs to the kitchen while saying, "So maybe next time, you'll be able to make one yourself instead of depending on others!"
Vegeta growled as he watched her back walk off into the dim-lit hallway. But it wasn't an angry growl; it was more of a playful, amusing one as he rolled his eyes and followed her downstairs to the kitchen. That woman was something else!
What do you guys think? In the next chapter I will continue Bulma's flashback about this one night and then continue from there! As soon as I get 1 review at least I will put up chapter 2. This story will probably go on for a few chapters, I don't think any more than 10, but you never know! Just know that I will finish this!
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