Yo! As a massive B/V fan, I thought it my duty to sort of jump on the band wagon and write a fan fic to them. I think it's gonna be really hard to keep Vegeta in character but hey, I'll do my best. This chapter is setting up the scene, and personally I think there is not enough dialogue in this one, but I promise it will get better
Disclaimer; I don't own DBZ – I wish I did but I don't.
Bulma opened the door and stepped into the cool night air. It had been a long hard day's work – fixing 8 bots was no easy feat, even for her. It was all that stupid saiyan's fault. Training every single moment he could, only coming out to empty her fridge and having the 'occasional' shower. Every day it was the same; he broke everything she made and creating so much work for her she had completely forgotten about almost all of her clients.
'Doesn't he understand that I have other things to do other than cater to his every whim?' she wondered, staring at the wet grass.
It had gotten dark earlier than she had anticipated; the time had just flown by. It had been over a month now since that strange boy had appeared and warned them about the androids. Vegeta had insisted that they build him a machine that would test his abilities to the limit, and would enable him to advance to what he called 'the next level'.
'I will ascend, and then you will see Kakarrot, then you will see a true saiyan warrior!', she remembered him shouting to no one in particular. Bulma snorted – 'he's so deluded.'
She entered the main door to the house, the warm air inviting her in. As she walked towards the kitchen where she could hear her mother singing loudly (and not in tune), her thoughts turned to the purple haired boy. It had been so strange him turning up like that, defeating frieza with just a single blow from his sword, killing him with barely any effort at all. Strange, but when he left, she could have sworn he was waving at her...
Her thoughts were interrupted by the 'house guest' who was swiftly making his way towards the kitchen.
Vegeta had been training for 10 hours straight. The gravity chamber had improved his sessions; he could feel the barrier between the two levels. Each day he felt it, yet could not ascend.
Why does that stupid idiot get to reach the legendary status, and me, a prince, above all saiyan's cannot? He sat while the annoying blond woman served him his food.
'Hello dear. Would you like something to eat?' Bulma's mother chirped to her daughter.
'Thanks mum. God these bots are taking it all out of me...' she turned to face Vegeta. 'NEXT time you totally DESTROY my work do you mind not blowing them up into quite so many pieces? It's like rebuilding them all over again!!'
'I will do as I wish –so that I can defeat the androids – so that you and your pathetic race along with this disgusting planet may survive'. Vegeta smirked, 'Maybe I need to find someone else who can handle the work load that I require to be done. '
Bulma sensed the patronising tone in his voice. 'I can handle anything YOU can throw at me. But it would be nice if once in a while you could think of someone else other than yourself!!'
Vegeta finished his last plate of food, and walked out the room, hardly hearing what obscenities Bulma was throwing his way. He didn't like being around that blond woman too much. She would start talking to him about anything, what a distraction! He should just blow her to pieces, and then maybe he would get some quiet.
He couldn't abide that old fool, although he had his uses, though the gravity chamber had been mostly built by Bulma. She was the only one in the house that he could just about stand, although she had her baggage. That stupid human that calls himself a 'fighter'. If Bulma was meant to be as clever as the others had praised her being, then why the hell was she with such a fool? It was a mystery to him, not that he cared. It was nothing to do with him.
He entered the gravity chamber, ready for yet another gruelling training session.
'What a BAKA!' Bulma screamed loudly. Her mother jumped, while her father just peered over the top of his newspaper.
'He tries to blow up my house every day, tries to kill himself every waking hour, and just expects me to pick up the pieces!! Stupid idiot!'
'Hope you're not talking about me...' Yamcha walked in nervously. Bulma's angry temper subsided.
'No Yamcha, I'm talking about that ...that...alien in there! Ergh! He is so frustrating!'
Yamcha scratched his head. He knew that Vegeta had been on Bulma's mind a lot, it was all he had been hearing in the last months. 'Well, how about we go out tomorrow? I need a break from training, and I think you may need a break from Vegeta'. A brief smile passed Yamacha's face. Bulma pondered. Yes, she needed to get away from him, and she hadn't spent time alone with her supposed boyfriend in such a long time. She couldn't help a small giggle at the 'break from training'. Truth was that Yamcha had hardly trained at all. He was always going on about other things he had to do.
'I think that would be nice dear. Don't you? Get out of the house for a while.'
Bulma nodded and smiled, to show she agreed with her mother. Yes, a distraction is what she needed.
After wishing farewell until the next day to Yamcha, watching her favourite tv show, she made the way up to her bedroom. Peeling off her clothes, she stepped into the shower. The cool water rolled down her skin, washing away the hard day's work. She needed to fix yet more bots tomorrow, and no doubt some repair on the gravity chamber, all before her date with Yamcha. She sighed heavily.
As she stepped out of the shower, her mind wondered to the stubborn prince. Things had certainly got busier since he had arrived. Training every day, just so that he could become stronger than Goku. Or was there more? Bulma allowed herself to consider that maybe; just maybe, Vegeta cared about what happened to this planet and its 'occupants'. It must be hard for him she thought. He lost his home, it was completely destroyed. All his family gone, killed. Goku was the only one left of his race.
She slid into her bed, letting the covers swamp her. She welcomed the warmth. It must be so lonely. Perhaps that why he acts the way he does, all proud and pompous. 'Wouldn't I be proud of my race if they had all been killed?' she thought to herself.
He makes a good warrior, that pride would carry him through any fight. Bulma knew that after Goku, Vegeta was there best hope in defeating the Androids. That was one of the reasons she had allowed him to stay with her. Pity was another; he had nowhere else to go, nowhere else that would take him.
She didn't mind him really. It kept her busy, and she enjoyed the arguing. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone, it was bad enough admitting it to her conscious.
He wasn't that bad to look at either. That body was far more muscular than Yamcha's, and looked especially good after a training session. There had been many a time when Bulma had caught herself staring at his toned physique, bathed in sweat.
Bulma's head sank further in the pillow. Yes, he certainly wasn't bad to look at. Her mum had even described him as 'husband material'.
Bulma began to slip into her dreams, mostly consisting of Vegeta, holding her, kissing her... She looked so peaceful in her bed, not knowing that her dreams were soon to become fulfilled...
Ok that's it for this bit – it's just a sort of starting point, kinda like background work lol. So please R&R...let me know what ya think, and anything u wanna c included. Ciao for now xxx