-1Can't Rain All The Time
By
Bulma
Dedication: I would like to dedicate this to 2 people. Andrea and Shi, without you both I don't think I would be able to write this. I also want to thank my viewers and reviewers out there. I wouldn't write any of this without all you guys! Thanks for being my fans and for sticking with my writing! I love you all and I will try and finish this one. I promise! Otherwise you can all flame my ass in the end of it!
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Can't Rain All The Time
Chapter 1
Time Machine
By
Bulma
-6:30am In The Morning!-
"WOMAN!" yelled a voice at Bulma Briefs, the heiress to the Capsule Corporation multi-billion empire, door to her bedroom. A loud pounding shook the floor of her room and the door was thrown open by a dark figure on the other side of the door and he proceeded to intrude into her chambers. Bulma groaned as she curled into a small ball within her down comforter. She pulled the blankets over her blue hair and tried to will the asshole who was so rudely walking into her room to go away. "DAMN YOU! I NO FEELY GOOD! I NO MAKE YOU FOOD TODAY!" Bulma screamed at the intruder.
A tall, black flame haired, obsidian eyes, strong Saiyan Prince named Vegeta towered over the grumpy heiress. He crossed his arms and sneered in disgust at what he thought was a lazy girl. "Woman, get the fuck up! You know damn well what time it is! Now get up and get your fat ass down to the kitchen to make MY breakfast!" he yelled at her curled form. Bulma abruptly sat up. "You stupid, arrogant, egotistical, selfish, sack of shit! How dare you call me fat and slur my name! I'll have you know I am not your slave! You should be bowing at my feet and worshiping the ground I walk on!" Bulma glared angrily at the Prince.
A smirk of the infamous Saiyan crept on his features. He grabbed the heiress out of bed and threw her screaming in anger over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Then he proceeded to carry her downstairs. Every morning since the Saiyan Prince arrived and had come to live in the house, it has been like this. Bulma gave up and silently seethed once they were halfway downstairs to the kitchen.
They arrived at the kitchen and Vegeta set the seething woman on her feet. They glared at each other angrily. But the outcome would be the same. Vegeta would win and then Bulma would go back to bed afterwards. "Vegeta, why the hell can't you program a fucking cooking bot to fix your meals instead of bugging the hell outta me!" Bulma demanded. Vegeta's smirked only increased and Bulma knew what was coming. She set herself up.
"Because of 2 reasons you vile Wench! 1.) I get to see you pissed off in the morning and 2.) Because I don't trust their cooking. They could very well poison it! At least eating your vile preparation of what you call eatable is better than dying." Bulma seethed at the following comments Vegeta had made. "Oh yeah? Well what if I had been poisoning your food this whole time?" Bulma eyed him. Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he cornered her against the kitchen wall.
"Then little one, I will take pleasure in spreading your innards all along this kitchen with my bare hands. Now what you speak of true?" he darkly asked her with the coldest of eyes. He could smell pure fear coming off the Woman. He relished in her terrified hormones that he was causing her. He loved putting her in her place and shutting that mouth of hers. Bulma felt so helpless. There was no way out and she was putrefied at the dark look on Vegeta façade. She gazed at him with big, frightened eyes. Vegeta thrust his head forward at her. Bulma turned away and squeezed her eyes shut. Vegeta leaned in close to her ear. "Little one, make me breakfast and if you so much as utter a peep, you will not like to know what will happen to that weak body of yours." He moved away so he could allow her to squeeze by him and make him breakfast.
Vegeta's smirk returned and he took his spot at the table. In silence, Bulma prepared his dish. Deep down she knew he would not kill her. After all, he needed the gravity room, room and board, and time to get strong enough to kill Goku. But Vegeta was all riled up and pissing him off more was not the smartest idea. So Bulma thought it was wise if she did what he said right now and then she could go back and get some more sleep.
-Later!-
As soon as Vegeta finished breakfast. Bulma programmed a bot to clean up and she headed back to her room to get some more sleep. Now it was real later in the afternoon. Bulma, after a few more good hours of sleep had gotten up and began working in her labs. She had many projects she had to complete, but as of late she couldn't get her mind off one project that had been bugging her. In her spare time she had worked hard on it; of course no one knew of this invention and for good reason. Someone, with bad intentions, could use it for evil.
But Bulma knew if it could be used for evil, it could be used for good as well. What Bulma was creating, what she had worked so hard on, was a time machine. Bulma stood up and wiped the grease from her forehead. She gazed proudly at her invention. She looked it over happily. Now all she needed to do was test it out. "I'll work on it later. I need a celebration ice cream pint!" Bulma told herself.
She went to her fridge to pull out her Chunky Monkey and began to eat it in satisfaction. She couldn't stop looking at her invention, her heart beamed with pride in accomplishment. "It feels so good to finish a product!" she told herself. Her good mood was short lived however when the doors to her labs were thrown open to reveal a pissed Saiyan Prince. A Prince who stormed into the room.