Bulma and Vegeta's story
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or it's characters cuz if I did id b very rich right now, living in Japan probably in a mansion with heated floors. Right now I can't even afford my own DBZ action figures so don't sue!
Chapter One
Late one July night, Bulma awoke to the sound of baby Trunks crying. She got up and went to the crying infant's room. Gently she picked him up and walked with him around the house. "Shut that kid up!" Vegeta yelled from the bedroom. 'Oh, please go to sleep trunks.' Bulma thought. Vegeta finally couldn't take any more of the young infants crying after 2 hours of it non-stop. He left the bedroom to find Bulma holding him, sitting on the couch in the loving room. "Shut that kid up women! I can't stand him anymore!" "Well, look who's talking Mr. I'm not going to stop complaining till I get what I want." Replied Bulma. "Oh women you're impossible!" He yelled back, Trunks started to cry even louder. 'Look what you did!" Bulma yelled to Vegeta. "I did it!? No you did!" Bulma then, not wanting to put up with Vegeta's bickering got up and walked out the front door. It was a warm night; the dew covered grass felt soft under her bare feet. Trunks stopped crying. "Is that all you wanted, to take a walk outside?" As if to answer, Trunks got comfortable and drifted off to sleep in Bulma's arms. "Hmmmm." Bulma said in wonder. Back inside vegeta was still fuming. "That woman knows no respect! You don't just walk out on the Prince of the Saiyans! Or you're husband for that matter! "Vegeta said aloud to himself.
"It was my fault anyway' vegeta thought to himself, 'But it was rude' Just then, Bulma walked in, trunks fast asleep. "You got him to shut up." "Yes I did Vegeta" Bulma said, still a little aggravated. Bulma went to put Trunks back into bed and vegeta returned to their room. When Bulma returned, vegeta asked her "Why'd you walk out?" Bulma replied "Because you made me mad and I wasn't going to listen to you're shit Vegeta." Bulma wanted nothing to do with him for the rest of the night, but Vegeta wasn't going to have it that way. Bulma lay down and vegeta moved over to her and held her in his arms. Vegeta didn't notice but Bulma smiled. She turned around so she was facing him and looked into his eyes. He held her closer and kissed her. She kissed him back. Then Vegeta smiled. They fell asleep like that.
Morning came and Bulma, like on every Wednesday morning, got up and got ready to get to work. Vegeta didn't work and Trunks couldn't,
And she was the only candidate left. She put on a dark navy blue tank top, her white lab coat, a pair of khaki colored shorts, and a pair of light blue tennis shoes. She grabbed her purse and was about to walk out the door when Trunks crying rang through the house again. She put down her purse and made her way upstairs to Trunks room. When she walked into the room there was someone already there. She never in her wildest dreams ever imagined this to happen, but there right in front of her eyes, vegeta stood his back facing her, with Trunks in his arms. Bulma's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe it." Unbelievable" she said. Vegeta whirled around, saw her, and almost panicked. '"I thought you left!" He cried. Smiling, Bulma replied "Nope, not yet." Vegeta blushed. A saiyan warrior, playing with a child, making funny faces at it not to please himself but, to please the kid. Not very like that of a saiyan warrior Uh...I was just going to shut him up so I could eat breakfast in peace!" Vegeta's response was such a lie, you could tell by his tone of voice. "You are definitely not a good liar vegeta" Bulma stated. She took baby Trunks from Vegeta's hands and carried him out of the room. All vegeta could do was stand there with his jaw dropped. He then followed her downstairs. "Where are you taking him?" Vegeta asked. "Since when do you care? But if you must know, over to my mom's. She'll watch him so you can eat breakfast." "Oh "he replied.
Bulma took Trunks to her mother, who was happy to have him, and went on to work the whole Capsule Corporation was in turmoil. "AH! What happened here!?" Bulma exclaimed. The main office was flooded with papers and phone calls. Workers were scrambling from desk to desk (There are 3 desks) trying to answer the phones and pick up the papers that littered the floor. Seeing her father was out working on some crazy experiment in Russia, Bulma was left in charge." I'm gone for 1 day and this much chaos has happened. For two hours Bulma helped to organize and sort, sign and send, answer calls and untangle phone wires. 'Great start to a long day' Bulma thought. She put her purse down on her desk, took her key card from it, and headed towards the laboratory. On her way there she passed the 'compressing room'. Here is where they put together those tiny capsules that expand into useful items. Talk about super chaos. The whole room was in a shambles. Capsules were falling off conveyer belts and workers had spilt coffee on the main computer systems (which ran everything). Items were piled on top of each other in such a dangerous way that if 1 of the 15-foot tall piles were to fall, it would crush anyone of anything beneath it. "EVERYONE STOP!" She screamed. Dead in they're tracks everyone froze. Some people were terrified of what might happen to them if Bulma was really angry. Others gave her dirty looks like you aren't the boss of me' or 'it wasn't my fault and if you dare try and blame it on me I'll...' and so on. Three more hours was spent cleaning up this disaster. Bulma did mostly everything anyway. Everyone else was too snotty or too scared to do anything. And others were just too stupid to follow directions. By the time she was done she was totally exhausted and way so stressed out.
At home vegeta wasn't having such a good day either. He went out to get the morning paper shortly after Bulma left, to discover the group of teenage kids who were determined to 'jump' him in anyway they could with out getting killed because Vegeta dressed and did his hair a little different than the rest of us. Well, ok a lot different. The kids and armed they're selves with water balloons filled with water, shaving cream, or some kind of green slime. Also about 3 armed with paintball guns they all smiled. The smallest (and probably the youngest) held out Vegeta's newspaper and said" looking for this vegetable head?" Vegeta got a little angry and gave the kid a dirty look. Then he spotted all the kids and all of they're artillery. "Oh fuck." That was all Vegeta got to say before the group of about 10-15 kids started they're all out assault on vegeta. Not one shot missed its mark. Vegeta stood on his front porch, soaked in slime, shaving cream, and water. The little one pulled out a camera and took a picture. Then they all took off down the streets on they're bikes, scooters, roller blades etc. before vegeta could think of anything to do.
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~~~~~~~~~there is a method to my madness, I just don't know what it is yet.~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~*Bulma B.*~~~