The prequel to Alone.
I do not own DBZ.
This is going to be a long story about how Bulma and Vegeta got together, back to when they were sixteen. It's not imperative that you read Alone, but it will give the backing story to everything. I'm sorry if the title is sucky but I was on such a roll writing my oneshot that by the time I finished it I just wanted it uploaded and done. I have to apologise in advance for any delays in updates, as I have written on my profile that as long as my stories are 'in-progress' I plan to upload every Wednesday but things happen.
I have a couple of things planned out for this story and at the moment I forecast around 20-30 chapters so as to not leave anything out. We'll all see firstly from first year, how Bulma and Vegeta's friendship grew and grew, onto the moment when they were 16 and they got together, as mentioned in Alone. Follow them through them moving in, arguing about colour schemes, to their wedding. Eventually onto how Vegeta unfortunately died and once that's all done I may be doing a one/twoshot sequel to Alone with how Bulma raised the baby by herself but who knows.
Anyway, please enjoy.
"Bulma, hunny! It's your first day, are you up?" Bunny called up the stairs in an almost song-like fashion.
She was up, she had been up for hours. Her hair had been straight, curly, up, down and every which was she could possibly think of. This was her chance to reinvent herself from her younger days, first impressions are vital, she knew this. She needed everything to go perfectly. It was already coming up for 7:30 and she hadn't even considered her outfit.
"Bulma!" Her father's voice echoed up the marble staircase, "Breakfast is getting cold!"
"Dad! I haven't got time to eat," She come out of her room in her towel, "I'm having a crisis right now, I don't like a cup of tea and a piece of toast is going to help my bad hair, fat and ugly day at all!"
He rolled his eyes and made a tsk noise and moved away from the stairs heading back towards the kitchen where his wife was pouring herself some orange juice.
"She's growing up so quickly, standing there with her hand on her hip."
Her mother gave a little laugh and nodded in agreement.
Back upstairs she had given up with her hair, she gave it the final once over the straighteners and had her fingers crossed that with the right outfit everything would work out just perfectly. The opened up the doors into her walk-in wardrobe, her most prized possession and picked out some skinny jeans, a white vest top and a golden stitched blazer style jacket. She turned around and was faced with another dilemma… shoes!
"MUM!" She shrieked
A rumbled of chairs and a hasty clip clap of heels on the stairs and she was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, slightly out of breath.
"Everything okay sweetie?" Her smile was as wide as the ocean, with a proud look in her eye.
"Honestly, which shoes?" She had on one laced pump on her right and some golden flats on the other, "I mean, the white pumps are like super casual you know 'cuz this school has stairs and everything. But I mean the gold pumps complete the look but continue being suitable you think? Or should I just wear boots? Oh my goodness, heels? Are heels a good move?"
"Bul-"
"Let me try on a few more. I think I've got the complete pair of these ones I got with-"
"Bulma, hunny. The gold flats look brilliant. You can't wear boots it's boiling outside, and you really think heels would be a good move?"
"So gold flats?" She raised an eyebrow, looking in the mirror at her reflection as well as her mother behind her.
"Hand on my heart, and hope to die baby girl. You look lovely." She went to walk back down the stairs.
"What abo…"
"You're hair looks great Bulma."
She smiled at her mum, she knew her so well.
"I swear to God if I have to hear you switch that thing on snooze one more time, Vegeta Ouji! Shit is going down!" His Mother shouted through the door.
"Ugh.. I.. yo?" He grumbled with only one eye open, he looked at the time. "Fuck!"
It was 8:15, he had to be at school in 15 minutes.
"Are you up?" She knocked hard on the door.
"I'm going to be late." He said in a matter of fact tone.
She turned the knob and stormed in, "To hell you are Vegeta! Even if I have to throw in the car in just your towel you will not be starting off a new year in a bad as fashion you ended in last year!"
"Women!" She rolled his eyes at her.
He stepped into some jeans and threw his trainers on. On his way down the stairs he picked up a white t-shirt from the ironing pile. He strolled into the kitchen, picked up an apple and on his way out of the door he picked up his cherry red zip up hoody. "Bye!"
His mum opened up the bathroom window and shouted, "Did you get your lunch?"
He didn't look back but stuck up his thumb and she closed the window. She blew her hair out of her face and then carried on clearing around the house.
"Fancy seeing you here?" The young blue hair girl said, her backpack swaying from her one shoulder.
He checked his watch, "Wow woman, you managed to get out in time."
She chose not to answer him, but changed the subject. "Heard your mum busting your balls this morning. Sleeping through your alarm Veggie?"
He stared blankly at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" She giggled.
"That's invasion of my privacy surely? I mean should you be eavesdropping?"
"You shouldn't set like twelve alarms and sleep with your window open. Who the hell sets an alarm at five a.m to wake up at like eight?"
"Me, obviously."
They continued on down the road, exchanging banter and bouncing off each other the way they always had. When they first met Bulma had just moved in, she was seven, Vegeta had just turned eight and my god that 4 months age difference is all he needed to be major superior. She had her hair in a little red head band and was dressed entirely in pink. Vegeta was sporting a backwards cap, shorts, with socks pulled up to protect his legs from the footballers and trainers.
Bulma walked over the green where she heard the children playing from when she arrived and started playing on the swings.
"Who on earth are you?" His onyx eyes stared at her.
She got off of the swing and put her hand out for it to be shaken, "Miss Bulma Briefs. Pleased to meet you."
He laughed it off. "We're going to play hide and seek in a minute, if you count you can play."
"Great!"
They arrived at the school gate.
She was nervous he could tell.
"Right Vegeta, I don't want any shit for this next comment but I would like your word."
"My word?" He smirked.
"Yes. Whatever happens in there, we'll always be friends okay?"
He rolled his eyes and laughed at her hand pointing at him awaiting a shaking sealing of the deal. He took it and gave it a quick shake. She took a big breath and was ready to go and gave him the nod. They continued on down the path and into the main entrance where all the first years were waiting in the main hall awaiting to be assigned a tutor group.
"Oh my goodness what if we're separated?"
"Jeez woman! I'll meet you for lunch."
"No you won't! You'll be in detention and I'll be thrown into a bin or something!"
"If you don't stop harping, I'll be the one throwing you in the fucking bin-"
"Ahem! Young boy! I don't know what school you've just moved from but no swearing is one of our golden rules here and it will not be tolerated. You will not be warned again." He had a stupid 'Hello my name is Mr. Jenkins, pleased to meet you badge' his nose was long and pointy, and his glasses rested right on the tip of it.
"You've got off to the right foot I see." Bulma smiled, her hand on her hip.
"I will request us to be separated woman, and you will be thrown into a bin on your first day."
With a boost of confidence in her realisation that she was making the transformation from girl to woman she replied, "You need me as much as I need you, Veggie!"
"If you're trying to embarrass me, woman then the prank wars will begin. You remember how that ended six years ago? With your knickers as my fort's flag. You want to start?"
Bulma's pink cheeks said enough without her even having to reply. Her confidence was sucked right out and she stood awkwardly her one arm crossed over her body holding the other one down straight. Vegeta on the other hand had his arms folded and his nose in the air.
'Please don't let us get separated!' Bulma was screaming in her head, she knew no one apart from him.
'For the sake of my ears, we better be lumped together.' Vegeta didn't alter his expression whereas Bulma was now looking especially worried. He noticed her shifting around. He rolled his eyes and stood one step closer to her.
"Friends, remember? He held out his hand
Chapter One completed. Hope you enjoyed it
Thanks,
-DirtySpecs.
P.S: Thank you to FatCat-Yay and MewNinja for them making my Oneshot; Alone a favourite. If you're reading, I'd love to hear from you both?
