Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. I do really love them and their creators for bringing them into my life!
Author Note: What if there was a world parallel to ours? What if that was true in DBZ? This story focuses on the Bulma of a parallel earth as to the one we see on TV. In her world things are a lot different than the real DBZ land. Now she finds herself stuck in the real one. Just remember the timeline is exactly the same. People just act differently and thing happen differently. This is also a Bulma Vegeta get together FROM both timelines. This story is set during the 3 years before the androids. Whenever a name is in (...), it indicates the real world person if the conversation indicates more than one person of the same name. Oh, and the two Bulma's are different. Bulma from the Parallel Earth has shoulder length straight hair and Bulma from the real world still has her curls.
Then it recently came to my intention that the brackets did not show inside FF. So I updated all the chapters. Sorry and thanks for pointing it out. If you find any other mistakes, please let me know. Well enjoy! ;o)
Chapter 1
Bulma was driving in her red sports car with the top open. It became a habit of late to feel the wind in her hair. 'I guess it reminds me of Vegeta. I wonder if he will take me flying again later today.' Some strands of her straight blue-green hair came in front of her face. With a smile she wiped it away. Thinking about her fiancé always made her smile. She can't believe her luck in having him in her live. Sure they weren't exactly friends in the beginning, but after the entire Yamcha-thing, they had gotten a lot closer. So close that the prince of saiyans actually asked her to marry him. Twice! One was in the normal human tradition – seen by the beautiful diamonds in a white gold setting on her finger - and the second was in his saiyan tradition – the not so clearly seen mark she has on her left shoulder below her collarbone. She started to blush when she thought about that. Saiyans mark their "Future mates" with a light bite mark, which she now covers with a small scarf or polo neck shirts. "Maybe you aught to watch where you are going? Daydreaming should be left when you are not in from of a wheel" "Shit!" Bulma yelled and brought the car to a quick stop. Vegeta laughed at her bewildered face. "How...? When...?" She looked at him trying to form words. "Oh, I landed in the car about 4 miles back." He smirked at her. "You could have given me a heart attack, or made me roll the car!" She yelled. She wasn't really mad at him and she knew that he knew that. "You are quite hot when you're blushing. Did you know that?" He teased as he watched her face becoming even redder. "Did you know that you can be quite annoying when you want to be?" She hit back while straitening her hair behind her back. He just smiled at her; withed caused her heart to jump in her chest. "Couldn't stay away from me, could you?" She ventured. Smirking, Vegeta traced the side of her face with his fingers. "You read me so well. But actually I just wanted to tell you not to wait up for me tonight. The namek and I are going to meditate. And don't worry..." He cut her off before she could say a word, by moving his fingers to cover her lips. "...I will be keeping taps on your ki. I will know if you need me." He leaned over towards her to replace his fingers with his lips and kissed her slowly at first, but soon with more hunger and passion. Sighing, he slowly pulled away. "Take care..." She told him as he jump out of the car and stared to fly off. "I always do, woman!" She smiled at that and started the car again. 'Woman. I'm never going to lose the nickname, am I?'
After another 10 minutes of driving Bulma came to Capsule Corp. This big mansion has been her home her whole life. It has been Vegeta's home only for the past 2 years but he acts as if he owns the place. The young woman smiled. Her happiness could be seen by anyone if they were to look into her aquamarine eyes. As she got out of the car, she frowned. 'I thought he said he was meditating?' She stared at the GR, humming slightly, showing that it was on. 'Oh well, now he can at least help me unload the car.' Bulma opened the front door and headed straight to the kitchen. "Why Bulma-honey, don't your hair look especially nice!" Mrs. Briefs turned and stared at Bulma's straight hair. "Gosh, thanks mom, but I didn't do anything to it." Bulma said shaking her head and opened the back door. "Oh, Mom, do you know if Piccolo is in the GR with Vegeta?" "Heavens no, I don't know, but what would Piccolo do in there with Vegeta?" "Ah, never mind mom." Bulma's frown got deeper. 'What is up with my mom? First the comment about my hair and now she wonders what Piccolo is doing with Vegeta? They have been training together since the whole Goku-Piccolo-Vegeta-Me thing. 'Hey Vegeta! You little lair! Thinking you can get out of helping out. Well no sir, not today! Help me unload the car, would you?
Inside the house.
(Bulma) was busy in her lab. She just could not concentrate. 'What did he mean? Wear something smart.' "Man, I give up! I will not try to figure men out!" "I am glad sweetheart, now maybe you could give the computer chip I asked for about 8 minutes ago." "Oh, sorry dad. Here you are. What do you say we go get something cool to drink?" She asked as she flipped a lose curl behind her ear. "That must be the best thing you said all day! I will just pack these away and meet you there." Okay!" Bulma toke off her lab coat to reveal her beautiful red tight fitting dress. She picked it because it really showed all her curves and she always wanted to look good incase Yamcha decided to drop by. As she entered the kitchen her mother looked at her shocked. "Oh, Honey! I thought you were going to keep your hair straight?" "What are you taking about mom? I already told you, Curls are the in thing." "Well, was Piccolo with Vegeta then?" "Mom, what would Piccolo do here with Vegeta?" Bulma asked as her father came in. "How should I know, you asked me first?" Her mother asked her bewildered. It was at this precise moment that Bulma came into the kitchen as white as a sheet. "Mom! Something is not right! That is not Vegeta out there. Okay, so he looks like Vegeta and talks like Vegeta, but he is not Vegeta!" She started to pace the kitchen and did not see the faces of astonishment. (Bulma) stared at the other version of her. This other her, had shoulder length straight hair, which hung loosely. She wore a red spaghetti strapped tight fitting top – showing her well formed full breasts – a white silk scarf around her neck, and a pair of high cut white short jeans. Her well shaped tanned legs followed and she had small white sandals on. She obviously has not seen that there was another Bulma in the kitchen. "Um, Darling? What is going on here?" Mr. Briefs asked. Bulma turned to answer but her words died as she looked into the face of (Bulma). Taking deep breaths she tried to think.
"Why Bulma-honey, don't your hair look especially nice!"
"What would Piccolo do in there with Vegeta?"
"Stop bothering me, woman! Can't you see that I have more important thing to concern myself with than your useless shopping?"
"I'm the odd one. I'm not the one belonging here." Bulma whispered to herself and looked up at their faces. "Wh... Where am I?" She asked close to tears. "Capsule Corp. But you know that. You properly want to know the date? January 31, 2005." (Bulma) answered as she stared to walk around the girl who looked just like her. "I did not time travel and I sure as hell do not have a twin. How can there be two of me?" She asked the room in general.
Author Note: Okay this is the first chapter. What did you think? Oh, and yes! I will let you know how she traveled between the two worlds. Read, Review and thanks for reading! ;o)