Hi everyone! I have been addicted to reading fanfiction for quite some time now and finally found myself inspired enough to try and write my very first fanfic. I hope you enjoy!
Worthy
Chapter 1
Why? They'd all looked at her with the same resounding question on their minds. Why him of all people? The prince of a dead race. The monster who had stood against them just months ago. The same monster who watched her friends die with amusement gleaming in his eyes. Yes, he was a monster, of this they were all sure. But she wasn't. She stood there with a defiant look in her eyes, filled with the same fiery passion she frequently summoned whenever an obstacle met her path. She was a genius. The most brilliant mind the world had seen. She let nothing sway her when her mind was made up.
"Bulma, how can you let a monster like that in your life?" there the word was again. Monster. She had met many monsters in her life. Those who pursued power, those who sought to destroy others. She was no stranger to grief and loss. But the monsters she had faced were not him. When she looked into his endless obsidian eyes she saw the same passionate fire reflected back to her. The fire that drove her to success even though at times the obsession would consume her.
"He will only hurt you, Bulma!" her eyes met that of her ex-lovers' and for a brief moment she only felt pity. He was once her first love, but over time she realised what they had was never enough. It was teenage love and that's why they could never last. They grew up together, learning how to navigate the world, but as they discovered more of what the world had to offer she began to realise he didn't fit into her future. She loved him, that would never change, but she was not in love with him. She was a driven person, always seeking the next challenge. She would obsess over inventions, losing herself completely into a project. He was too complacent. He did not share her drive and was content with what they had. She needed him to evolve with her, but he did not want to change, and she would never wish for him to have to.
"What can you possibly see in him?" the accusing stare of her best friends' wife had her skin prickling in agitation. What did she see in him? Everything. The moment he had provided her the solution to wish Goku back from presumed oblivion, her opinion had forever been changed. He outsmarted her. No one had ever outsmarted her and so she invited him to stay with her. She opened her home to a killer without fear because she needed to know him, and over time she broke down his walls.
To begin with he was arrogant and rude and completely self-entitled. He would demand her to cater for his every whim. Demand she bend to his every will, but she wouldn't be bossed around. She was Bulma Fucking Briefs and she would make sure he knew her name, and so he'd call her woman and she'd call him an arsehole and they would fight every moment they were together. But in turn he would challenge her intellect, making her rise to meet every challenge he posed her. And in turn she would surprise him with her genius, though he would never admit it, his insults began to lose their bitter sharpness and animosity was replaced with respect.
The catalyst of their relationship occurred during the explosion of the gravity chamber. She faced the loss of the only person who was able to match her sharp tongue. The only person who didn't give a damn who she was. The only person who truly saw her for who she was and she was terrified because she did not know when she had lost herself to him.
From then on, their relationship changed. Looks lingered a little longer. Hands would brush passed each other. Previous heated arguments changed to casual conversation as they began to explore each other. He had to know how this weak earthling woman was able to move past his defences. How she managed to worm her way into his life and why he even allowed her to. And she, she had to know what more he could offer, this prince of all Saiyans and whether her obsession with him would find an end.
When they finally gave into their desires it was a rush she couldn't describe. Neither would admit who caved first for it was a joint display of carnal desire, and neither ever backed away from a challenge. He made her fall apart with ease, shouting his name with a need that couldn't be satisfied with one time. And so they continued their affair for months, satisfying each other's urges to explore the other. She had to have him in mind, body and soul. And although she had only captured his mind and body so far, wary of his reluctance to admit to having any shred of a soul left, she knew if she could have him open up, he would give it to her unconditionally. Because he worshipped her. He would never say it out loud but his actions were enough. The proud prince of all Saiyans would not lower himself for anyone, but then she was never beneath him. Where he had strength, she had her genius mind. Together they were an unstoppable force, more fearsome than any monster of their pasts.
Bulma returned her focus to her group of friends. Meeting their concerned, alarmed and disgusted set of stares. She then looked down at her stomach for just a moment, as she protectively cradled her growing child.
"Bulma, we just need to know why? Why him?" and she merely smiled at her short friend who she'd been to hell and back with. Why him?
"Because he's worthy" And with that she turned away from the shocked group and headed back home to be with him. Vegeta. Her challenge. Her obsession. Her Prince.