First, a slight introduction . . .
This is my first DBZ fan fiction, and is going to be (mainly) Bulma/Vegeta. It's the AU fic where she somehow ends up on Vegetasei because it hasn't been destroyed and blah blah. I'm writing this type because it's my absolute favorite of the Vegeta/Bulma fiction genre. (it's big enough, we can call it a genre, right? )
Of course lots of people tend to make this set up really dark . . . and I hate that.
Let me tell you a bit about my perspective on the story, if it had happened this way.
First off, since Vegeta wasn't kidnaped (I can't believe that's the right spelling...but my computer is telling me it is, how odd) and didn't grow up with Frieza, I'm going to assume he's not as hard as canon (the original series). I'm going to think, although he's still an ass, he's some what more in touch with himself (feelings wise). He's not going to be a puff though, don't worry. I still think, for added effect, Frieza would be around. I find it wrong to just eliminate a character without explanation (Ex - "This person, in my story, was just never born! Teehee!"), and so Frieza will be in this story.
As far as Bulma, without Guku there in the beginning, I'm going to say her attempt to collect the Dragonballs has failed and she's now moved on to other means to try and find the perfect boyfriend. She either couldn't find them, or a more likely tale is that traveling off in to her space is her first choice in what to do about finding a boyfriend BEFORE trying to find the balls (laugh at my dirty joke...). Yes... I think that fits better. Whether or not I mention the Dragonballs at all in this story is still a question to me.
Onto the physical changes in the story.
Ages! Bulma is in her teens, and I'm really torn about this... I'm calling her eighteen right now (don't be shocked if I change it). I'm also going to close the age gap between other characters as well. Bulma is eighteen, Chi Chi is probably seventeen and a half, Goku will be...hmm...twenty-one? Vegeta will be the oldest, and I shall leave his age a mystery (It'll be somewhere between twenty and twenty-seven). Of course I'm only mentioning the main characters here, everyone else's age is still canon.
Anyway, I'm going to honestly try and create a good fiction here. I'm notorious for never finishing a fiction I start..so..bare with me people. So far I've written a chapter and a half of this story, which is pretty good (for me). Don't be shocked if I scrap it half way through and start again, seriously, I might just do that.
Anyway, just a warning . . . and a slight introduction. Now, so I don't bore you any longer (I wonder how many of you ACTUALLY just read this), here's the prologue.
Prologue : Premonition
Do you think I'm crazy? //No . . . You're sad, not crazy.// WHAT DO YOU MEAN "I'm sad!?" //Look . . . I SAID LOOK!// Okay . . . so maybe this is all a bit excessive, but I'm lonely. That's normal! It's also normal to want love! //Is it normal to build a space ship, leave home, and travel ALONE to other worlds, just to get a boyfriend!?//
Bulma tossed in bed, trying to ignore the annoying voice of reason.
Yes! I believe love conquers all and so it's perfectly normal to try and find love at all costs! Leave me alone, and only talk to me when I work on my devices, I don't need your damn life advice.
Bulma waited with her eyes crushed together for a second, and when there was no responce she sighed happily. Finally! She turned to her side and wrapped the covers around herself protectively, hoping tonight she could get some sleep.
– She was in a field, a blue field with tall grass, and the wind was blowing crazily, making that blue grass snap and lick her ankles. It was a nice crisp night, even if it was a bit cold. The moon was a red slice in the sky. Bulma felt so lonely though, and she hugged herself. It was then she noticed she was dressed in one of her best outfits, a long, blue silken gown she had bought in Milan. It was her favorite, it hugged her in all the right places.
Suddenly, as the wind kicked up more she felt herself being pushed forward by it, and soon she was falling. Before hitting the ground though, she felt a pair or arms wrap around her, and gently take her back up. She sighed happily and leaned back, as if she knew the person behind her.
She let the mysterious person caress her, and she felt so happy as he held her in his muscled embrace. It was so warm there . . .
"Run." The shadowed figure whispered in her ear, his grasp on her loosened. She turned quickly,
"Why!?" She looked to him, but he was cloaked in darkness.
"Run!" He said with a more urgent tone, then spun her around and pointed to the sky. She looked, and with widened eyes saw the red moon was now bright crimson and full. At that sight, terror flew through her body and she started to run away from the man, as fast as she could.
It was so hard to run though, the grass felt more like mud and it kept her feet from picking up quickly. The wind blew against her stride and it slowed her more, she could barely move, and she was so afraid. She could hear footsteps behind her, No . . . they got louder. NO! She gasped and felt something sharp drive itself through her back, she turned quickly and saw fire.
Bulma woke in bed, feeling her back arched, sweat dripped from her forehead and the sheets were twisted around her petite form. She sat up immediately, it was still night. The clock read two a.m. She sighed, these dreams just wouldn't quit! For the past couple months she had been having that same nightmare . . . each time it kept getting more detailed. She rubbed her back, and more painful. The dream started around the time she began to build her space craft. Some alien killing her while she was all alone on a foreign planet, it was her worst nightmare, simply because it might just happen. She sighed again, it was time for a walk.
Well, how'd you like it? It's only the prologue... I'm fretting over the second chapter and I feel until I finish that I can't post the first chapter. :P
This is my first DBZ fan fiction, and is going to be (mainly) Bulma/Vegeta. It's the AU fic where she somehow ends up on Vegetasei because it hasn't been destroyed and blah blah. I'm writing this type because it's my absolute favorite of the Vegeta/Bulma fiction genre. (it's big enough, we can call it a genre, right? )
Of course lots of people tend to make this set up really dark . . . and I hate that.
Let me tell you a bit about my perspective on the story, if it had happened this way.
First off, since Vegeta wasn't kidnaped (I can't believe that's the right spelling...but my computer is telling me it is, how odd) and didn't grow up with Frieza, I'm going to assume he's not as hard as canon (the original series). I'm going to think, although he's still an ass, he's some what more in touch with himself (feelings wise). He's not going to be a puff though, don't worry. I still think, for added effect, Frieza would be around. I find it wrong to just eliminate a character without explanation (Ex - "This person, in my story, was just never born! Teehee!"), and so Frieza will be in this story.
As far as Bulma, without Guku there in the beginning, I'm going to say her attempt to collect the Dragonballs has failed and she's now moved on to other means to try and find the perfect boyfriend. She either couldn't find them, or a more likely tale is that traveling off in to her space is her first choice in what to do about finding a boyfriend BEFORE trying to find the balls (laugh at my dirty joke...). Yes... I think that fits better. Whether or not I mention the Dragonballs at all in this story is still a question to me.
Onto the physical changes in the story.
Ages! Bulma is in her teens, and I'm really torn about this... I'm calling her eighteen right now (don't be shocked if I change it). I'm also going to close the age gap between other characters as well. Bulma is eighteen, Chi Chi is probably seventeen and a half, Goku will be...hmm...twenty-one? Vegeta will be the oldest, and I shall leave his age a mystery (It'll be somewhere between twenty and twenty-seven). Of course I'm only mentioning the main characters here, everyone else's age is still canon.
Anyway, I'm going to honestly try and create a good fiction here. I'm notorious for never finishing a fiction I start..so..bare with me people. So far I've written a chapter and a half of this story, which is pretty good (for me). Don't be shocked if I scrap it half way through and start again, seriously, I might just do that.
Anyway, just a warning . . . and a slight introduction. Now, so I don't bore you any longer (I wonder how many of you ACTUALLY just read this), here's the prologue.
Prologue : Premonition
Do you think I'm crazy? //No . . . You're sad, not crazy.// WHAT DO YOU MEAN "I'm sad!?" //Look . . . I SAID LOOK!// Okay . . . so maybe this is all a bit excessive, but I'm lonely. That's normal! It's also normal to want love! //Is it normal to build a space ship, leave home, and travel ALONE to other worlds, just to get a boyfriend!?//
Bulma tossed in bed, trying to ignore the annoying voice of reason.
Yes! I believe love conquers all and so it's perfectly normal to try and find love at all costs! Leave me alone, and only talk to me when I work on my devices, I don't need your damn life advice.
Bulma waited with her eyes crushed together for a second, and when there was no responce she sighed happily. Finally! She turned to her side and wrapped the covers around herself protectively, hoping tonight she could get some sleep.
– She was in a field, a blue field with tall grass, and the wind was blowing crazily, making that blue grass snap and lick her ankles. It was a nice crisp night, even if it was a bit cold. The moon was a red slice in the sky. Bulma felt so lonely though, and she hugged herself. It was then she noticed she was dressed in one of her best outfits, a long, blue silken gown she had bought in Milan. It was her favorite, it hugged her in all the right places.
Suddenly, as the wind kicked up more she felt herself being pushed forward by it, and soon she was falling. Before hitting the ground though, she felt a pair or arms wrap around her, and gently take her back up. She sighed happily and leaned back, as if she knew the person behind her.
She let the mysterious person caress her, and she felt so happy as he held her in his muscled embrace. It was so warm there . . .
"Run." The shadowed figure whispered in her ear, his grasp on her loosened. She turned quickly,
"Why!?" She looked to him, but he was cloaked in darkness.
"Run!" He said with a more urgent tone, then spun her around and pointed to the sky. She looked, and with widened eyes saw the red moon was now bright crimson and full. At that sight, terror flew through her body and she started to run away from the man, as fast as she could.
It was so hard to run though, the grass felt more like mud and it kept her feet from picking up quickly. The wind blew against her stride and it slowed her more, she could barely move, and she was so afraid. She could hear footsteps behind her, No . . . they got louder. NO! She gasped and felt something sharp drive itself through her back, she turned quickly and saw fire.
Bulma woke in bed, feeling her back arched, sweat dripped from her forehead and the sheets were twisted around her petite form. She sat up immediately, it was still night. The clock read two a.m. She sighed, these dreams just wouldn't quit! For the past couple months she had been having that same nightmare . . . each time it kept getting more detailed. She rubbed her back, and more painful. The dream started around the time she began to build her space craft. Some alien killing her while she was all alone on a foreign planet, it was her worst nightmare, simply because it might just happen. She sighed again, it was time for a walk.
Well, how'd you like it? It's only the prologue... I'm fretting over the second chapter and I feel until I finish that I can't post the first chapter. :P