Alright! Bulma Chan is back! That's right, I didn't fall of the face of the earth, and I haven't died (obviously…). Well, I'm happy to be back, and even though I'm not bearing any new chapters to 'Life', which I wasn't happy with anyway, I am proud to introduce a new fic. I'm not sure how many of you even remember me, since it's been over a year since I've shown face. I don't have any good excuses to give you about my absence, but I am back! I have never stopped reading on fanfiction.net and I love all the authors here, especially Selinity Jade, Ditchertypersonbum, Pudgoose, and few others. You see, today I went and read a couple of my old fics, 'Bulma and Vegeta' and 'Just Another Sayjiin Love Story'. It made me think of how much I missed writing and the reviews. So, for the fans of my last two hits, (if you guys still even read on this sight, it's been a while) Here is my newest baby, please enjoy!
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Yet Another Sayjiin Love Story
Bulma awoke with a start as her head hit the table for fifth time that night. She glanced at the screwdriver in her hand and then at her coffee mug. She reached for the mug and tried to take a sip.
Empty again! She thought.
She sighed as she set down the screwdriver and stood up. She stretched and grabbed her coffee mug.
"Time for another refill.." She said. Yawning, she trudged out of the lab to the kitchen. Upon entering she was surprised to see someone already sitting at the table.
"What are you doing up this late?" She asked him.
"I could ask the same of you." He said.
"Yeah, well, I asked first."
"So?"
"So answer my question."
"No."
Bulma looked at him.
"Why?"
He lifted his head to look at her.
"Because I don't want to."
Bulma rolled her eyes at him.
"Well, I was just working on a new prototype for the Capsule Corp."
He stared at her.
"That's nice, but I didn't ask."
Bulma stared back at him.
"Yes you did…"
He smirked at her.
"No I didn't. I said I could ask. But I didn't."
Bulma narrowed her eyes at him.
"You are such an ass, Vegeta."
Vegeta's smirk widened.
"Thanks."
Bulma glared at him.
"That wasn't a complement."
Vegeta shrugged, but kept the smirk.
Bulma "humphed" and made her way over to the coffee maker. Vegeta watched her with the unconscious smirk still on his face.
Another argument in my favor, weakling!
Bulma refilled her mug, added sugar and cream, and then walked out the door, headed back for her lab. She was unaware of Vegeta's eyes following her.
"Such a weakling…." He said to himself.
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Bulma sipped the hot coffee and lifted the screwdriver again. She began to work on the prototype, but her neck couldn't seem to be able to support her head, and eventually, it fell to the table. Bulma just didn't have energy to lift it again, so she let it lay there and soon she soon drifted to sleep.
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Vegeta sat up in the chair. He finished his 'snack' and walked back to the gravity chamber. Trying to reach super sayjiin was hard work. Still, someone had to do it—someone besides that third class 'Goku'. Vegeta snarled at the thought. Imagine somebody as stupid, sensitive and naive as that Goku ascending before he, the prince of the whole Sayjiin race for crying out loud, could do it! Oh, he'd been confident enough about having the ability to become a super sayjiin while he was on Namek, but how wrong he'd been! Snuffed out like a candle by Frieza, while asking Goku to achieve what Vegeta had not, to finish what Vegeta had started. Goku witnessed his weakness and defeat from Frieza. The humiliation of it all! That was part of the problem that Vegeta had with Goku, after all. It was one thing for Goku to be stronger than he was, if that where all, Vegeta could have handled it. He wouldn't have been entirely happy, but he would have been able to cope. No, it was that Goku had the strength and so much more.
That was the thing, Goku had something that he did not, and it irritated Vegeta to no end. But…. Here was another problem…. Vegeta wasn't sure what Goku had that made him so insanely jealous. He just knew, that whatever it was, it was one of the things that drove Vegeta over the edge on his training. It seemed to push Goku as well.
Aaaaarrrggghhhh! If only I knew! Vegeta screamed in his mind.
If only I knew the source of his strength! And with that thought in his mind, driving him, he turned the gravity machine up to 100G's and began another rigorous training routine.
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Bulma's eyes flew open and her head shot up from the desk.
"Oooohhhhhh….." She groaned. Bulma raised her hands to her eyes and rubbed them vigorously.
"Coffee…. Where..?" She glanced sleepily around and, spying her coffee cup next to her notepad, reached out and grabbed it. She took a sip and then abruptly spat it out.
"Bleh! It's cold!" She glanced down inside the cup. The milk had settled to the bottom, and her coffee had seemed to thicken.
What? I couldn't have been asleep that long! What time is it? Bulma glanced at her watch, 8:15 in the morning.. Where did the time go?
Probably out the window, while I was sleeping! She grumbled to herself. Anyway, it was breakfast time. Late breakfast time. Usually her mother had already made breakfast and served it to Vegeta and her father by now. Bulma, being a 'late sleeper' (if you can call sleeping until about eight each day 'late' really) was not usually present at these early meals. Bulma would make her own breakfast, most of the time it was cold cereal, she wasn't a big eater in the early morning hours.
Bulma stretched in her chair and stood up, immediately being hit by a wave of dizziness. She gripped the desk until it passed, berating herself for falling asleep in the lab, now she would have a cramped neck the rest of the day.
She walked toward the door, grabbing her coffee mug to bring with her, she really needed a fresh cup. Yawning, she made her way to the main kitchen, where her mother was probably up and washing dishes from earlier.
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Bulma was of course, surprised to see Vegeta and her father still in the kitchen.
"What are you still doing here?" She asked, not really directing the question at either Vegeta or her father. Dr. Briefs chose to answer it.
"Your mother and I woke up late, she only started cooking about twenty minutes ago, but it's almost done. She's only cooking for you and Vegeta though."
Bulma looked mildly surprised. "Why's that? Aren't you eating daddy? And what about mom?"
"I have to go into the City Office today, I was just about to leave when you came in. As for your mother, she has some friend or another she has to go visit, you'll have to ask her for details, she was telling me about it while I was trying to fix my new invention—and- well- you know how I get when I'm working on machines." He grinned, and Bulma returned the smile.
"Yeah, I know dad."
With that, Dr. Briefs grabbed the toast he'd been waiting for and made his exit, just as his wife was coming in with two huge platters of food. One of bacon and pancakes, and one of eggs and sausage- both apparently for Vegeta. Mrs. Briefs was also carrying one smaller plate for Bulma, and told her daughter to pile it up with whatever she wanted from both trays of food. Bulma, however, took one look at platters and decided all she really wanted was some cereal.
Mrs. Briefs looked a little disappointed.
"But Bulma dear! I cooked some of that for you!"
Bulma laughed, "Don't worry mom, I don't think any of it's going to go to waste!" She glanced at Vegeta who was busy loading his plate as full as he could with sausage, pancakes, and eggs. Seeing he had no room on his plate for the bacon, he just pulled the huge platter closer so he could snatch some off whenever he felt the need. Bulma wrinkled her nose slightly, some of the eating habits of this man…. Her mother tapped her on the shoulder, as if to bring her back to reality.
"Stop drooling over Vegeta, dear, and get yourself a bowl."
Bulma snapped her head back toward her mother at the same time Vegeta (who had been listening to the conversations, but wasn't really interested until the last statement) looked up sharply from his plate. Bulma's mother immediately realized her mistake in making the silly comment.
Here comes another argument.. She groaned to herself..
Vegeta glanced toward Bulma, an amused glint in his eye and corner of his mouth twitching upward.
"Yes, woman, stop drooling over me. It's quite sickening."
Bulma then glared at Vegeta, "I wasn't drooling over you, you slime ball! I was watching your disgusting eating habits with more than a little repulsion!"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes and scowled. Mrs. Briefs decided this was good time to leave and get back to kitchen, she sneaked out while Vegeta made his reply.
"If they disturbed you so, then why didn't you stop watching me, you foolish woman?" Then he relaxed a little, and cut Bulma off before she could make some smart retort.
" I know. It's because I'm simply so handsome and godlike that you couldn't tear your eyes away." He purred.
Bulma got rather red in the face. But then she too, relaxed a bit and smiled slightly at him.
"You're right…"
Vegeta's eyes widened a bit in surprise, she was giving in so easily? But then he gave her a full smirk of satisfaction. His purring grew even louder, like some kind of big cat. It sounded to Bulma as though he was very pleased with himself.
Well look out Veggie head, I'm about to burst that little self-satisfied bubble! She smirked evilly to herself.
"You're right, I just couldn't tear my eyes away, though not because you're handsome Veggie."
This got his attention, he sat up straighter and his eyes narrowed and darkened, so she was going to fight back after all. He was about to speak, but Bulma cut him off.
"It was more like a morbid fascination, like a train wreck! You can't bear to look, yet somehow you can't take your eyes off of it." As if to back up this statement, she opened her eyes a little wider and stared him full into his eyes.
"As for godlike, I suppose it could be true. But I wouldn't brag about it, the only god that eats like that is Buddha!" And with that, she whirled around and stalked out of the kitchen and out of the house, leaving Vegeta sputtering in anger, confusion, and a little amusement.
Well, He thought, beginning to grin, that was fun. How…. Sayjiin like of her… He leaned back in his chair, his eyes half closed, he seemed more relaxed. But there was that evil smirk on his face as he watched her through the window, her hips swaying. He could almost hear her laughing, and how full of self-satisfaction it was too, not unlike himself a few moments ago. He bared his teeth in a barbaric smile. She thought she won did she? Well she better think again, there was always the next argument, this game was never over!
Still, as he watched her, he couldn't help that his eyes softened ever so slightly.
Vegeta shook his head and sat back up the chair. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about that blue -haired siren. His breakfast was getting cold. He began to eat again—but a little slower and a bit more delicately than before.
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Yes, okay, I haven't written anything lately. I'm sure it's purty durn obvious. But please, if you liked the start of this new fic, tell me by reviewing and e-mailing me. I love to hear what you guys think, and yes, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM is accepted, but please don't flame me, I'm delicate. Anyway, I need your feedback, for… inspiration on the next chapter. Oh, and for all of you who remember reading my last few fics, I hoped you noticed that my spelling has improved! Still not perfect, but rite has been made right along with a few other things. J Thanks People!
Love,
~Bulma Chan~