Take This Earthing Thing and Like It!
Summary: Vegeta desprate attempt to romance Bulma. Saying more would give it away. *One-Shot!*
A/N: This is written for the Princess of all Saiyajins who told me I should write a Bulma/Vegeta.
Ever since Bulma was a preteen, she had always wanted some things in a guy.
Smart. (Well, maybe not as smart as her. She was an international super genius...)
Strong. (With the people she knew. Pshaw.)
Soft eyes.
Sweet.
Handsome.
And most of all: Romantic.
She found all of that in him.
She was in love with Yamcha...
...until that jerk broke her heart...
'I wanna keep my options open, Babe. I can't be tied down to one woman.' He had said.
'Don't...don't you love me, Yamcha?' She asked.
'Of course I do, Bulma.' He had replied, 'I love you, you're smart, kind, and-'
She stood up and shouted, 'No! No! No you don't! If you did, you'd stay...you'd stay by my side and never think about leaving me for any woman! You are a jerk and I want you to leave me alone! Get off my property, get out of my life, I never wanna see you again!'
She cried every day for two weeks until she finally heard his uh...unique advice.
'Will you shut up woman? Every day, whe I go to train you're sobbing on and on about an idiot left you for bimbos that will most likely not come running to him. Whining on this Kami darned desk is not going to get that idiot back for you and it's not going to get you a new idiot!'
And that was the best advice she'd gotten in a long time.
Vegeta was the Prince of all Saiyans! He was the leader of a mighty people (Which consisted of an amazing four people counting himself and the half breeds) that ate more than an earthling man could eat in a month for a snack! He and the rest of the Saiyans could blow Earth up in thier sleep!
Yeah, so why the heck was he sentenced to this mudball of a planet?
Women dressing in cloth that showed 90% percent of thier bodies and wanting to be respected. Men flexing muscles they only wished they had. They didn't even believe in Ki the idiots.
Perfect.
And people wondered why there have been a lack of hoboes...kidding.
He should have been on his throne, blowing things up when he wanted to, having people obey his every command.
Yet, he lived with the woman.
She was less terrible than most of the Earthling. She was cunning, brilliant, and she knew what she wanted.
She wasn't what any one would call sweet, but she was like angel compared to Kakkorot's harpy, er, mate.
All his mate did was cook and complain. Bulma had no time for cooking. Oh, she did complain though.
For what, two Earth weeks now, she'd been crying about her ex-boyfriend or something and Vegeta felt sad when she saw her crying.
What was wrong with him?
'Will you shut up woman? Every day, whe I go to train you're sobbing on and on about an idiot left you for bimbos that will most likely not come running to him. Whining on this Kami darned desk is not going to get that idiot back for you and it's not going to get you a new idiot!' He had told her one day.
She had smiled and looked at him, 'You're...you're right Vegeta. Sitting here won't get me anywhere. Thank you.'
Oh, no! Was he going soft.
Curse this mudball of a planet.
One day while Vegeta was training, Bulma found a small red box and a letter for, 'Woman,' which she presumed was her.
She opened the letter and it read:
Dear Woman,
I hate this mudball of the planet. I'd like to blow it up. Very, very, very badly. The reason I don't is I'd have nowhere to go. And if I have to spend the rest of my natural Saiyan life, things are going to be blown up. You, woman, are worthy enough to be...not blown up. Now take this earthling thing and like it.
Bulma opened the box and smiled. It was diamond ring.
She had the aching feeling he stole it.