Bulma and Vegeta


Disclaimer: DBZ and all of it's characters belong to Toriyama, not me. However, these words
scrawled here are mine. Enjoy.



Hearing the loud knock on her bedroom's door Bulma forced her eyes open. Yawning,
she slowly sat up, stretching her sleep stiffened limbs. She cringed as a more violent banging
replaced the knocking. Grumbling to herself Bulma grabbed her housecoat from the end of her
bed and shrugged into it. Finally the banging stopped, but it was then replaced with a cold,
calculated threat.

"Woman, if you are not out here in three seconds I'll rip this door off of its hinges."

Bulma merely yawned again, glancing in her mirror as she walked by it. What a mess she
was. Last night was a blur to her, too much drink, too much... well, too much Yamcha. Bulma
thought with a smirk.

"WOMAN! DAMN IT! WAKE UP!" Bulma winced as her head throbbed due to the
yelling.

"WHAT!?!" Bulma screamed as she flung open the door. She was slightly taken aback as
she saw Vegeta standing there, wearing only baggy jogging pants. His body was gleaming with
sweat, and his bare chest heaved, trying to still catch his breath from his intense training. Bulma
caught herself and leaned against her doorframe, trying like mad to act unfazed by the man in
front of her.

"Hard day at the gym, Vegeta?" Bulma chided. She smiled slightly as she folded her arms
over her chest. Vegeta stopped his tirade the moment the door opened. His words stuck in his
throat as his eyes fell on Bulma's feminine form. Her eyes were still groggy from slumber, but
were the bright blue that they always were. She was wearing a housecoat over gray boxers and a
tank top, which showed off her strong flat stomach and long, beautiful legs. Vegeta shook the
thoughts from his head and scowled. Such thoughts were unbecoming of a Prince, he reminded
himself.

"Woman. The gravity machine is broken again. Fix it." He demanded coldly.

"Excuse me?" Bulma's blue eyes flashed dangerously. She quit leaning on the doorframe
and stood straight and tall, mostly to flaunt her three inches she had in height over Vegeta. "This
is MY house, Vegeta. I give the orders around here. Not YOU. Get it? This will never be your
house, therefore, you can never... say it with me now... EVER give orders here. Do you
understand?" Bulma said, dangerously quiet. She looked down at him, knew that it annoyed the
hell out of him that he had to look up at her.

"Do you want to die?" Vegeta asked her, nonchalantly. She took a step back, appalled
that he just threatened her so.

"What?" Bulma stammered. She searched his eyes, scared at what she might find.

"I said, do you want to die? If you do, than don't fix the blasted machine, I won't train,
and we will all die in a YEAR!" Vegeta growled. Bulma sighed with relief. She really didn't
believe that Vegeta would act out against her, besides, she smiled to herself, who would feed him
then?

"What are you smiling at Woman?" Vegeta asked, slightly annoyed.

"Nothing Vegeta. Go eat something. I'll have your precious machine up and running in
no time." Without thinking she leaned over and pecked Vegeta on the cheek. Stepping back, she
saw the confused look flash across Vegeta's face and she knew that it mirrored her own. Before
he could question her she stepped back into her room and quickly closed the door.

"Girl, what was that?" She asked herself as she leaned against her closed door. Running
her fingers through her hair Bulma shook her head. What was she doing? She just kissed Vegeta,
of all people! The slimy alien that tried to kill all of her friends at one time or another!
Involuntarily, Bulma put the tips of her fingers to her lips, she could still taste Vegeta's skin on
her lips.

"Well, I guess I can cross off kissing Vegeta on my life's To Do list." Bulma joked to
herself, trying to explain away the event. In the back of her mind, however, there was a nagging
suspicion that it was more than just a simply peck on the cheek.


This is only the beginning, so bear with me as I try to find the time to finish this!