by: Mattel
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these DBZ characters because if I did, I wouldn't be caught dead writing this crappy fic..
Author's Notes: I really don't have any much more to say except that this fiction would be a Bulma/Vegeta fiction. I know you're probably bored with the subject but bear with me, when you're talking with me.. believe me, you're gonna wish you'll never see one Bulma and Vegeta fic get-together.. you'll be sick of familiarity because of the subject.. but unfortunately, I am NOT.. ^.^, I'll continue to babble about them for hours, without break.
Dedication: I dedicate this small fic series to Raiya, Marau-chan and Nova. Who really inspired me to do this.
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Part One: I finally found you...
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It was Monday. A terribly busy day in Capsule Corporation, everyone's busy, specially the daughter of the CC president, Bulma Briefs. It was really hard having every client to look forward to meeting you every minute of every single day.
Bulma sighed, she'll never have a break on her short, young, pitiful life... infested by insults and arguments from that bastard, arrogant, Sayiajin no Ouji.. but at least she have YAMCHA.
The thought about her boyfriend made her shiver. She really like him, love him in fact. She thought he's so cute with those impish and innocent grins he's been throwing to her lately, but she senses something quite... wrong between them. but.. oh well, he's probably nervous of our upcoming 3rd year anniversary, maybe he'll come up with something romantic, like he usually do. Maybe a walk in the beach or a treat at a lovely restaurant and such..
She turned to look at her desk which was still crowded by piles and piles of paperwork.
I have to deal with this now, she thought as she read every single paper on her desk and stamping some, with her signature.
It could be flattering to be known as the 'wonder child' or 'the child of the most income generating company'.. but sometimes, it could get on her nerves. She got up, unable to stare and read the remaining piles of papers on her desk, and looked through her window. She could see from her private house 'office' Vegeta's Gravity Room.
"He's probably, kicking butts inside it," she muttered as her gaze landed at the clear blue sky, the colour of her ever brilliant eyes. It was still partly morning and her table was already stacked up by a horrendous number of papers. She turned and glared at her paper works that just sat there innocently on her table, like they would be able to crouch on one corner and throw themselves on the trash can.
Life can be so cruel.
She returned to her seat and continued her work, if she work on them now, she'll be finished before sunset. She sighed once more. Even her ever working arms seems to get tired of what she's doing.
"Oh well.. that's life," she murmured once again as she started to read another offer of affiliation with their company...
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"How's your work honey?," Yamcha purred on her ear, Bulma finally finished her work and went to spend the remainder of her time to her boyfriend, who proves to be much more sweeter today than before.
Bulma turned to him and smiled a sweet smile, she just made just for him, "Well, thank for asking, today was no different from the other days.. still busy,"
Yamcha chuckled at his girlfriend, having the richest girl on Chikyuu as a girlfriend has it's disadvantages, but the advantages are more than the previous one. He started to kiss Bulma on the neck, trailing up to her lips, when he finally reached her lips he suckled at them, leaving Bulma breathless.
"Wow.. what was that for?," she asked him when she finally came up for air.
Nuzzling her nose, Yamcha shot her his infamous impish grin, "Well, just to let you know that I love you more than anything" he told her.
Bulma smiled at her boyfriend, she couldn't believe that life could be so perfect like this. She want to stay like this forever. Without problems, without work and absolutely no Vegeta.
Now, why did that arrogant prince butt into my mind.. he's not even there before.. must be from fatigue. She continued to stare at Yamcha's deep black eyes. There's something inside there that draws her to him. Maybe the colour of his eyes.. it's really magnificent.
"Is there something wrong with my face?," Yamcha asked, confused as to why Bulma was staring at his face like that.
Snapping out of her trance Bulma looked at his eyes with more awareness than before, "Nothing.. you look perfect," she complemented.
Taking her face to his hands, Yamcha kissed Bulma with more ravage desire than before. Which left Bulma dizzy.
"You're the greatest kisser on the world..," Bulma murmured onto his chest as she snuggled closer to him, needing to feel his warmth. His touch and his love.
Yamcha smiled through her hair, "And you're the greatest girlfriend in the whole wide world," he said. Holding her closer. He really meant what he said.
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Bulma returned home, light headed. When she walked up to their front porch she felt like she was flying. A day with her boyfriend seems to be the best remedy for her being stressed.
She turned the knob to her house and opened it. She saw Vegeta standing squarely on front of her. She could feel her annoyance getting the best of her. Then she tried to think of her boyfriend, just to ease her annoyance, but it didn't help a bit. Whenever she's with Vegeta, she couldn't even *imagine* Yamcha's face, must be from her terrible annoyance with the man.
"Could you please stay away from the doorway? you're blocking *my* path," she told him as calmly as she could.
Vegeta just stared at her, she could just feel her rage building up, "Get the hell outta my way!," she bellowed.
At that Vegeta smirked and walked past her. Leaving her steaming with rage, he really does know how to piss girls off.
When she's sure that he'd finally left, she walked up towards her bedroom and plopped herself down to her bed, face front. Feeling her anger melt and flew away, like ashes driven away by the strong wind.
She really doesn't know what possessed her to offer their house to that almighty jerk in the first place, she know deep in her heart that he could survive without her help, but it simply makes her feel better knowing that he's got some place to be called, a 'home'. And the minute he stepped inside CC. She swore under her breath never to invite stray sayiajins again, not that there would ever be. Their race had been pretty wiped out.
She felt sorry for him about that. Now she knew what kept her from driving him away from CC, she was pitying him, not that he needed pity, ofcourse. But she felt it. She felt sorry for him being so alone. Not that is was *her* fault, but it's the same... oh hell.. she gotta stop thinking about this.
She buried her face on her pillow deeper, almost suffocating herself. When she couldn't take it any longer, she stood up from her bed, and walked towards her window, and from there she could see the Gravity Room, her dad made just for Vegeta's training.
"Gee... does that man even knows the meaning of life? he doesn't even do anything fun, always train..train and train..," she mumbled under her breath, she couldn't believe that man. No other man could do that, always minding business and not having fun, even Goku couldn't handle that.
"Why am I worrying? it's his problem not mine... baka..," she cursed herself, as she returned to her bed and let her tension filled body be relieved from it.
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It was already past midnight when Vegeta came back inside the house, he was pretty beat from training actually, but training helps him to get over some... thoughts.
He started up the stairs, he walked as quietly and as humanly as possible, he didn't want the onna to get up and start bitching and opening that big mouth of hers along with the endless stream of curses and insults. It wasn't that he was *afraid* of her, it was just he was pretty tired to argue. Even though he really enjoy their fights.
Walking towards his own room the Briefs had prepared for him, he heard muttered curses and whispers on her room on his way to his room. When he stepped on front of Bulma's door, it amazingly and slowly opened. He finally realized that Bulma must've left her door open.
Which is very unlikely, he thought as he stepped up to close her door. It's really not in his attitude to care whether the woman had forgotten to close her door, but today seems to be an exception.
When he was on the process of closing the door, he caught an unexpected glimpse of Bulma's body under the streaming moonlight from her open window.
Damn. The onna also forgot to close her window, she would catch that Chikyuu-jin illness if she kept up with this.
He stepped inside her room, taking note of the scent of her that seems to be everywhere on her room, he slowly and silently walked up to her window and closed it. He heard a soft sigh.
He quickly turned around, expecting an awake Bulma, but no, all he saw was a surreal fairy, sleeping on a bed with it's blue hair sprawled on her pillow and her blanket almost falling off the bed.
He walked up to her and picked up the blanket and stopped the urge to just throw it to her face, but instead, he covered her softly with her warm blanket.
I really do not know what has gotten into me, must be from fatigue. He thought as he flashed her one last look.
Damn, the onna doesn't have to be that beautiful..
After looking at her for the last time he quietly left her and closed tightly her door.
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Bulma finally woke up from the sounds of the birds chirping on her balcony. It's a really good day indeed, she was feeling very refreshed and well... energized for today's work.
Now.. who the hell closed her window? all she remembered was she let her window open for some fresh air to come in, and now, it was closed?
Dad is not an option, he's at business and won't be back for a week. Neither would mom, she would be too busy with her 'newly bought chocolate cakes' than closing her window.
Now, that makes Vegeta the only option she have, but why the hell would he want to close her window? thinking about this is driving her crazy and it's only morning. Her energy downing a bit.
She sat up at her bed, looking around her, scrutinizing every single detail she might found, but none. No traces. Maybe the wind blew her windows close, yep, that could be it.
She put on her slippers and walked up to her vanity mirror, man, she does look awful after waking up. With several strands of blue standing up and her eye's are still puffy from staying up till late last night.
Well, I better get dressed then.., she thought as she hefted her night gown up revealing her black pair of undergarments. She then thought of something, she walked up to her full body mirror, and examined her body.
She looked perfect, her body has shaped in all the right places.. , even though she doesn't 'train', she still have the knack of maintaining her body slim and proportioned. She turned around and round to admire her body. She can't believe that she, herself, could mature and have a body like this..
She stared at her waist, it looks like it's gaining a little fat, but she pushed it on the back of her mind, I'll just have to do little amounts of sit--
A loud banging of door surprised her.
"WOMAN! I--," Vegeta started but stopped anyway and gulped. He reddened slightly and turned around. He thought his nose would bleed or something ridiculous. Something solid seemed to make it's contact on it's head. It was *slightly* painful.
"YOU PERVERT! get the damn hell outta here! K'sama!," she yelled on top of her lungs, blushing furiously.
Vegeta turned around and about to retort something when a pillow squarely hit his face.
DAMN. The onna seems to have a sharp talent in targeting something when she's mad.
"GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!!," she continued yelling, grabbing her night-gown in a vain attempt to cover herself.
Before closing the door Vegeta snorted and mumbled something that sounded like, "the ugliest body I had the displeasure seeing,"
Bulma could even swore under her breath that she heard Vegeta *laughing*. DAMN. He was laughing at *her*. This was definitely going to be a long day.. if only I could reverse time and go back where I would be offering our house to him.. I'd warn my past self not to do that..
DAMN.
--- to be continued ---
.... end part one ....
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PART TWO : I would do anything just to be with you...
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm alive an' kicking again, I hope you'd like the next plot I have for you.. ^^;; anyway, please give me some reviews.. 'k? so I'll know if this part is good or not.. I'll be waiting for your reviews~! those are the ones that keeps me going.
Ja minna-chan.