Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonballz but I do own Vegeta. He's mine all mine mwha ha ha ha! Some people in white coats have come to drag me off but I won't go. I WILL NOT GO WITHOUT A FIGHT! Ahem…Vegeta is part of Dragonballz and therefor I don't own him…sadly.
This story takes place during the three-year gap and is a story about pancakes. Sorry this is supposed to be a serious story I think I'll save this because I feel like it and log of and come back when I'm no longer on a sugar rush… mmmm ice-cream…
Right I'm back and sane…relatively…
This story is a Bulma Vegeta get together however I think I might stick pancakes in it at some point. I am going to try and keep them in character. Please review and give me some tips and ideas at the end of each chapter. Now as they say in Lord knows where, on with the show.
I Think I May Love You1: Thoughts and Memories
Vegeta was asleep. Memories of his past life with Frieza were flashing through his dreams. The missions he had been forced to do from the moment he became one of the tyrants soldiers. Missions were the only profit he gained was the fact Frieza allowed him to remain alive. The cruel beatings he received as a child if he failed. The time when he found that his planet had been destroyed by the very overlord he served. However the worst memory was his slow agonising death at Frieza's hands and the realisation as he died that a third class warrior had beaten him to Super Saiyan. That same warrior would then have to kill Frieza because he, Vegeta was to…weak. He wanted to wake up but somehow he did not have the strength. He preferred it earlier when he had been dreaming of the day when he to would finally become a Super Saiyan and beat Kakarot.
Bulma felt her eyes grow heavy. She had been watching over the Saiyan Prince for hours. She didn't know fully, why she cared about him but she did. The only reason she had for liking Vegeta that immediately came to mind was that he was handsome. Plus she had always been attracted to danger and Vegeta was definitely dangerous after all he was a Saiyan. However she did not think that was the only reasons for not leaving his side. There was something else, but what? The answer was there on the edge of her mind but every time she reached for it, the answer would vanish and she would be left alone just staring at Vegeta in wonder. She lay her head on the desk and continued to watch him, he was muttering again but she couldn't quite catch what he was saying. She smiled, he was probably dreaming about beating Goku, again. After a while he stopped muttering and his breathing steadied. She looked at the machine monitoring his health. He seemed fine. She stood and walked over to his side and carefully removed the oxygen mask. She then got the bowl of water and face cloth and dabbed at his brow. He had been sweating slightly. Maybe he hadn't been dreaming of his future battle with Goku. Maybe he had been having a nightmare. She placed the bowl back on the desk and sat back down, once again placing her head on her arms. She looked at Vegeta. He seemed so peaceful now. She slipped her feet out of her slippers and closed her eyes as sleep took over she wondered what it would have been like to be Vegeta.
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That's the end of the first chapter, please tell me what you think and tell me what you would like to happen in the next chapter. I got the story from this chapter from a few screenshots I have on my computer of Bulma looking after Vegeta after the accident in the gravity room, which as you probably guessed, is when this chapter was set.
Crystal Fang