Disclaimer- I do not own DBZ. If I did I would wish to be Saiyan and write myself into the story in place of Bulma as Vegeta's lover heh heh heh…
'…'- thoughts
"…"- talking
Chapter1- Denial:
Bulma stood in front of her mirror staring at her reflection. The midnight blue dress she wore had a low cut V-neck that showed just the right amount of cleavage. It swept the floor and had a split up the right side that reached mid-thigh. The shoes Bulma chose matched the color of the dress perfectly and strapped all the way up her calves. Her hair was piled on top of her head in elegant curls with a few hanging down near the side of her face. Normally she would have been pleased with her appearance but tonight she just felt horrible. She just couldn't get Vegeta off of her mind. 'Snap out of it Bulma! You're going out with Yamcha. You love Yamcha….Do I love Yamcha?.." Bulma shook her head to dislodge these treacherous thoughts from her head. She was going out with Yamcha and that was final. She just had to avoid Vegeta until Yamcha arrived. With that decided Bulma walked to her huge walk-in closet and picked a midnight blue shawl as a means of covering. It was a warm summer night so she wouldn't need anything else. Taking one last glance at her reflection in the mirror she nodded her approval and made her way out of her room. The hallway was dark but Bulma knew her way around so it was no problem. Right as Bulma was about to walk down the stairs she realized that she had forgotten her purse. As she turned to make her way back to her room she ran into something as hard as a wall and started to fall backwards down the stairs. If it hadn't been for a pair of strong arms that grabbed Bulma around her waist, she would have surely fallen down the stairs. She found herself leaning into the arms of her savior. "Thank you, Vegeta" Bulma said breathlessly, suddenly feeling light headed from being so close to him. "Hmph, It was nothing woman..." But a voice in Vegeta's head begged to differ. 'If it was nothing why are you still holding her in your arms?' 'Well, I.-
Ding-Dong!
'Saved by the door' Vegeta thought as he released Bulma from his grip and walked down the stairs towards the door leaving a dazed Bulma at the top of the stairs.
Before Vegeta even opened the door he could smell who it was. He growled low in his throat and yanked open the door glaring at a startled looking Yamcha.
"What do you want weakling?" Vegeta said with a sneer even though he was relieved that Yamcha had shown up when he had.
"I-I" Yamcha took a deep breath and summoned the back bone we never knew he had
(LoLz I love Yamcha Bashing-)
"Is Bulma here?" he asked firmly
Vegeta smirked and folded his arms over his chest in his trademark stance
"No she left a while ago with another weakling male whose power level was higher than yours might I add"
Yamcha looked at him stunned "Wh-what, I don't believe you"
Vegeta's smirk got even bigger if possible. "Maybe you should, maybe you shouldn't it's your call weakling"
And with that Vegeta walked away and into the kitchen to get something to eat.
All the while Bulma had been standing at the top of the stairs listening to the conversation. In truth it had been funny but she felt bad for poor Yamcha and wondered if he was actually naive enough to believe the cock bull story Vegeta had just fed him. Sure enough Yamcha wandered into the house and began to call Bulma's name.
With a sigh Bulma started to descend the steps to the bottom floor. When she reached the last step she cleared her throat to get Yamcha's attention.
"Ahem."
Yamcha whirled around with a scared look on his face thinking it was Vegeta. But as soon as he realized that it was Bulma he smiled and turned on the charm
"Hey Babe" Yamcha said as he sauntered over to Bulma grabbing her in his arms and placing a kiss on her lips
'This just doesn't feel the same as when Vegeta holds me' Bulma thought with a sigh. 'No!' She scolded herself as Yamcha kissed her. She was not going to think of Vegeta at all tonight. When Yamcha let her go Bulma smiled at him.
"Lets go Yam"
"Ok Babe" Yamcha said snaking his hand around her waist and leading her out of the door. Both oblivious to the pair of obsidian eyes watching they're every move.
Ok so I know its short but its my first fic. RR please. Next chappie will be up soon
-Love
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