A/N: You guys! I am like, OBSESSED, with Vegeta right now! So if you were hoping for another Goku story...sorry! The dark, intense prince is invading my mind for the moment! Enjoy!
*Modified 11/28/2013*
Until I met You...
Chapter 1
I don't know how it happened. To tell the truth, I wonder, even now, if it was some sort of trick...an illusion that I fell into while asleep. Here's the thing! I was sitting at my desk in my room, typing away on my computer. I was writing yet another story about my favorite characters of Dragon ball Z, when I suddenly felt so tired I had to stop. I had felt something pulling me under, and my eyes had shut, my head plopping onto my keyboard. I don't know how long I slept, or how my body was transported...with my laptop, by the way! But when I woke up, I immediately knew something was wrong. I opened my eyes, only to stare into vivid blue eyes! Needless to say, I screamed!
Now you're probably wondering what the hell I'm talking about, right!? Well, I love the anime show, and love writing about them. My ex-boyfriend had just came in and said something rancorous, yet again, about me on my computer. Something about being obsessed with cartoons. Whatever! It's a better world than where I was. Anyways! I had closed (slammed) the door, listening to my two boys run up and down the hallway, laughing. A small smile had appeared on my face as well, listening to them. It was their fathers turn to watch them, and I was getting much needed quiet time. Of course, he didn't care for that! So we had an argument (yet again!), and I had locked him out, trying to lose myself in my stories. I had been writing a bit of a steamy scene with the prince, when I had felt the drowsiness, my fingers stopping on the keyboard and my head falling forward. I heard the clank of the keys, the sound seeming far away, when I had basically passed out. I'm still wondering what the hell happened! Now I was staring slack jawed at a cerulean blue-haired woman, who was staring back. She looked a little more dignified. Her mouth was still closed. We both continued to stare, until she spoke, her brows furrowing.
"Are you okay, hon?"
A small breath left me. I was still staring at her, seeming not to blink, my mouth still hanging open. I could feel a scream in my chest, but it wouldn't come up. My throat was closing, and I gasped a breath. I watched the woman, who looked just like Bulma from the show! She quirked a brow, watching me for another moment before moving away. I watched her cross her arms, thinking: "There's no damn way!" Yeah! I passed out again!
I woke up with a jolt, jumping into a sitting position as my eyes widened. I was in a bedroom, laying on someone's bed. I looked down, making sure I still had my clothes on. You never know! A breath of relief escaped me, and I looked around again. My laptop, of all things to come with me!, was sitting on the nightstand, the lamp and clock having been moved to accommodate it. I took it, opening it and starting it up. I don't know why! Don't ask! It was a reflexive act, and I kinda, maybe wanted to see if my stories and pictures were still on there. Call me stupid, but it would have had me balling if it was gone. I'm weird! I know! Instead of worrying about getting home, I was worried about some damn stories! Hey! You try thinking straight after waking up to something like that! I didn't think so!
Another relieved breath left me to see all was as it should be, and I cut it back off. If this was really the place I thought it was, I would probably be murdered if a certain (cough) person found these stories. I took my USB out, sticking it in my pocket. No one could access the many stories without it, they weren't saved right on my computer, after all! I'm not stupid! I really, really didn't want to meet the two guys I've idolized forever with the way I was at the moment. See, I'm a little overweight...well, okay, more than a little. Pregnancy packs it in! Anyways, I've been trying to lose, but without much success. And now I was here, like this, actually in the vicinity of the two, and I felt sick to my stomach.
My cheeks reddened, knowing damn good and well it wasn't Bulma that had brought me up here. Okay! I was mortified! I did not want to leave the room! Not until I had all this weight off and I looked like I did five damn years ago! I felt heat surface on my face, burning my cheeks. I knew that wasn't going to happen. I would die of old age probably before I got back to my original size. Another thought hit me. My boys! What happened to them! Are they scared, confused as to where I went!? I wasn't worried about their father. He could take a flying leap out of a two story window for all I cared! All I cared about were my boys. I choked back a sob, thankful that at least I had some pictures of them on my computer. But it still wasn't the same!
It was sorta weird to me, if I thought about it, that their dad was conveniently there when this happened. I thought about that, crossing my arms. Did his ass have something to do with this!? Did he give me something!? Was I actually dead!? I looked down at my body, still under the covers, biting my lip. If I was dead, I wouldn't be feeling anything, right! I pulled my arm hair. A squeak passed my lips at the pain, but I still wasn't convinced. I got up. I wouldn't be able to walk if I was dead, right!? Someone had taken my shoes off, and I looked around. They were sitting at the end of the bed. Studying them for a moment, I walked over to the sturdy looking dresser. I brought my foot back, and kicked it as hard as I could.
"Hell!" I bit my lip on a painful moan, hopping as I held my foot. I hopped back to the bed, rubbing my bruised toes. Okay! Not the smartest idea! I looked over at the dresser, then at my foot, frowning. I guess I was alive. A sigh came out, and I winced, looking back down at the toe that was now turning a lovely shade of purple. Wondering if I broke it, I crawled over the bed, settling back where I was before.
I looked around again, a small sob escaping me. What the hell am I doing here! Why did I come! Who the hell is going to wash my car while I'm here!? Okay, that last thought was a little stupid! Who cares about the damn car! How am I gonna get home!? I have two boys! Who's gonna raise them if I'm not there! Their father's too incompetent, he can't even drive! Another sob escaped me, and I hugged myself. I really didn't want to leave the room! My stomach growled. I stuck my tongue out at it, stubbornly ignoring it. I could stand to lose a little (a lot!) of weight as it is. No use in embarrassing myself by eating in front of two of the hottest guys I know of, in reality and on television. I crouched down, a frown on my face. I'm not leaving! Someone knocked on the door. Shit! Hoping to God it wasn't one of the saiyans I pant after at home, I slowly got off the bed. I cracked the door open, a small sigh of relief coming out of my lips as I saw Bulma on the other side. She had worry in her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
I swallowed, biting my lip. I could feel a damn blush appear on my face again. Not opening the door any wider, I nodded. I really didn't want to be by the woman, being compared to her figure, as opposed to mine! I used to have her body! Dammit!
"Are you hungry?"
I shook my head even harder. Just then my stomach growled. My face went redder, watching the woman's lips twitch. She looked down at my belly. I fought the urge to suck it in. Getting even more embarrassed by the minute, I cleared my throat, wincing a little as my bruised toe hit the floor as I shifted my feet. Just then I heard someone coming down the hall. My eyes widened. It was Vegeta, wearing workout clothes. Oh dear God! A yelp came out of my mouth, and I slammed the door closed. To hell with being nice! I didn't want them seeing me like...I looked down...this! There was another knock on the door, this one more firm. I ignored it, leaning against the door, hoping whoever it was would leave. I heard Bulma talk on the other side.
"I'm going to leave a plate at your door, okay? Come down when you feel like it, alright?"
I could practically hear her breathing as she waited. Like hell! I'm not meeting those hot guys looking like this! I'll just hole up in here, until I get home. If I make it back home at all! A feeling of helplessness settled over me, and I took a breath. I glanced around the room, noticing a bathroom off to the right. I headed towards it, closing the door behind me. I studied myself in the mirror, cringing. My shoulder length hair was a mess, the brown looking dull and lifeless, like I hadn't washed it in a week! Ugh! And I just had a bath too! Was it a result of the time travel...crossing over...whatever it was called! My eyes seemed bigger, the green still the same shade as before. Thankfully! Unfortunately my body was still the heavy set figure it was at home. It's something! To have a miracle happen, only to dread it. Why couldn't this have happened a few years ago, when I still looked hot!? I sighed. Sitting on the toilet, I waited for the tub to fill, staring at the wall. Could I be any more embarrassed!?
A few hours later, after a lengthy bath, I was still sitting on the bed. My legs were crossed Indian style. I was working on one of my stories, glancing at the door every time I heard someone walking by. I was ready to slam it closed if it opened! I did not want to die today! I typed a little more, my eyes widening when footsteps stopped at my door. I quickly saved it, pulling out the little USB and shoving into my pocket, slamming the laptop closed moments before the door opened. It was only Bulma. Holding a damn tray of food. My mouth watered a little, but I kept my hands on the computer, praying she closed the damn door before Vegeta or Goku appeared. She finally closed it, looking at me as she walked towards the bed. She set the tray of food down on the bed in front of me, still eying me. I stared back. It was weird, dammit! It's not everyday you meet Bulma! She finally cleared her throat, gesturing to the food.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything," she said, looking at me again.
I could feel my face flushing. Did she think I was a pig because of my size!? I didn't reach for it, getting a little pissed. Yeah! It was childish, but I didn't care! I ate less in a week than what my ex and two sons did in a day! I hardly eat! She continued to study me for a few minutes. I fidgeted a little. Was she expecting me to just start shoveling the food in my mouth! I pushed the plate away from me, crossing my arms. My gaze stayed on the computer in my lap. I could feel my teeth clenching. I didn't look up as she stood, turning my head and looking at the wall. I heard her hesitate.
"What's your name?"
I looked back at her, studying the woman through narrowed eyes. Yeah, I know there was really no reason to be mad. But my weight was a sore spot, and I was always ridiculed by my ex, every single time I ate. It didn't matter that he crammed food into his mouth ten times more than me, he always found a way to poke fun. And it hurt! I know Bulma didn't say anything like that, but it felt like she was insinuating it, by the amount of food on the plate! I looked away from her, chewing my lower lip a little.
"Bella."
I kept my gaze on the wall as she spoke.
"And do you know how you got on my property, Bella?"
I shook my head, noticing the little attitude in her tone. I resisted the urge to say something. Hey! I could be a snobby bitch too! I used to be one! When I was slender! I could feel her eyes on me, assessing me. I turned and met her eyes, keeping my arms crossed. I finally spoke a full sentence, knowing that she probably wouldn't believe me.
"I don't even know how I got here, to your world!"
I watched her eyes widen, and she stared. I started squirming a little after a few minutes. It was unnerving to have someone just...stare. I wasn't that funny looking! Was I!? I finally shot her a look, frowning. She blinked, clearing her throat. I looked back down at the plate, picking it up and handing it to her. She looked at me, down at the plate, then back at me.
"You don't want to eat!?"
I didn't say anything, just shook my head. I sat there for several minutes, holding the damn thing out, until Bulma finally took it. She studied me for another moment, before turning and leaving. I knew that I was going to see one of the men soon. I just gave her some juicy gossip, dammit! I almost forgot how those two saiyans hate having something mysterious happen, and not knowing exactly what it is. Shit! Now they're going to actually seek me out, to try to figure out what I'm doing here! And knowing Vegeta, he'll think I'm a threat! He thinks everything's a damn threat! Aw, Hell!
I took a deep breath, eying the door for a few moments, before booting my computer up. It was the only thing I had that connected me to my own world, and I felt closer to my sons, having a few pictures of them to look at. I pulled a few up, a small smile on my face. I touched the screen, my hand resting there for a moment before sighing and shutting it down again. I stuck it under the mattress, where if someone tried to get it, it would wake me up. Feeling satisfied it was safe, at least for now, I turned the light off, burying under the covers and ignoring the gnawing in my stomach. I laid there for awhile, a few tears escaping. There's got to be a reason God sent me here, away from my world, my boys. Away from everything I know and dropping me into a world with people that I loved, but never thought I would ever meet. I took another deep breath. Now only to find out exactly where I was dropped, which point in the time line I appeared in. I didn't want to die, after all.
A/N: I hope you all liked the first chapter! Please review and let me know what you think!