WARNING: THERE WILL BE FOUL LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS STORY.
Chapter 1: Good Morning
An ideal morning would start out with a shimmer of light running across the floor; stains in the shape of the objects blocking its radius; A breeze of fresh air, and a warm, comforting yawn. Maybe even the relaxing chirps of the birds perched outside.
She slept in her bed after only a few hours after day break. Her blue hair curled into a messy bun, and her half dressed body lay flat against the bed. Bulma let out a rhythmic breath, for she was stuck in the depths of slumber. Her aching back was finally getting the rest it long yearned for. That stupid machine had kept her up all hours of the night... And for what? An ungrateful ass to destroy it yet again in just a few days.
Oh how wrong she knew she had been for letting that arrogant ass shack up with her and her family. Since he had arrived at her home, the only thing he did was gripe and complain about anything and everything. The insults ranged from "your planet is pathetic" to "you humans are so useless" and even "how do you expect me to train on this mud-ball of a planet?"
Bulma's chest rose and fell. This was the best sleep she had experienced in a month.
The sun continued to shine through her windows, and the silence seemed to be never ending. Or so she thought.
A cacophonic crash of the door against the wall jarred her into consciousness. Her reddened eyes sharply glared across the room to find the source of the disturbance. Her gaze locked onto the sweaty and scowling face of Vegeta.
Oh, great. To what does she owe the pleasure this time? A sigh of anger left her lungs and rang through the room. The only hope of getting any sleep was to ignore him. Maybe he would get the hint and go away, but that seemed very unlikely in any universe.
She barricaded her head under her pillow in hopes of blocking out the hot-headed Saiyan that stood in her doorway.
His eyes scanned over her as if she were a foreign object. What did she take him for? Like a fluffy pile of cotton would stop him from what he came here for.
"Woman, get the hell up." He stood there for a few more moments before progressing toward the bed. "Are you deaf, or just stupid?"
"That's it!" She yelled, ripping her face from beneath cover. "You are truly something, buddy! I spent all night working on your stupid little toy, and you have the audacity to come into my room and call me stupid?!"
It was too early to have to deal with this. A lack of sleep didn't suit her well. Some people on Earth seemed to function on only a few hours of sleep, but not her. Hibernation was an understatement when it came to the requirements of sleep for her. Even Goku knew the severity of a sleep-deprived Bulma.
Vegeta knew exactly what buttons to push, and he didn't mind pushing them over and over again. She was the only thing in that compound that gave him any type of entertainment.
"You are useless laying in bed all day. The bots that you supposedly upgraded are laying in pieces on your desk. I'll require them sometime today, so it seems you better get started."
All she wanted was to go back to sleep, but hell no, that's too much to ask in this house. Vegeta pivoted on one foot, and turned to walk out of the door.
"Like hell I'm working on anything today!" Bulma spat, causing Vegeta to stop dead in his tracks. "I am not going to continue to lose sleep over your needy ass!"
He turned and his dark eyes met with hers. She swallowed, hoping to pass the knot that had now formed in her throat. He walked closer until his chiseled abdomen met inches away from her face. Bulma felt a small wave of fear pass throughout her being. He glared down into her large blue orbs.
"The only person who is needy is you," his voice echoed into her ears. "I am the one training to save your sorry ass, so you will respect me."
His fists clenched tighter as his patience grew smaller. Bulma was left staring into his cold eyes. The eyes that had watched the lives of thousands of people take their last breaths. But still, he was in her house, in her room. He thought he owned this place. His arrogance and pride leads him to think he is unstoppable. Sure, she was defenseless to Vegeta, but he could easily call Goku over and get him to whoop his ass. graciously, she wanted to save what little pride against Goku that he had left.
"I'll have you know that I am NOT scared of you, Vegeta." She bravely admitted. "We both need each other. I need you to save Earth, and you need me to make the equipment for you to train and surpass Goku."
He couldn't believe her! How stupid could she get? Standing up to a prince such as himself. She should be lucky that he is allowing her to still breath, much-less insult him.
"Woman, let me remind you. I could end you right here, right now." He said bending his knees and getting eye-level with the blue eyed woman. "You might want to keep your mouth closed before it gets you in trouble."
Bulma, though a little scared, grew even more peeved. Before she knew what had happened, in one swift motion, her hand slapped across his tanned cheek. She winced from the pain that his hardened face had caused her. He became stiff.
She realized exactly what she had done. How is she suppose to come back from that? 'Oh, sorry Vegeta, you just piss me off to the point of punching you in the face... Won't happen again!'
His hand gripped around her wrist; she winced from the pressure. His glare did not break from hers. How could the likes of a human strike him? "I guess I'll have to put you in your place, woman." He said as he pulled her from the bed and stood her up. Her porcelain skin glistened in the sunlight. He had to admit, she wasn't that bad looking compared to the other weaklings on this planet. Vegeta backed her up against the wall and leaned in, inches from her ear.
"V-vegeta, please..." She managed to whisper. He saw the frightened look in her eyes. There was something about this woman that he could not understand. He wanted more than anything to end her existence for such a stunt that she had pulled, but another part of him felt strange. He released his grip and left her shaking against the wall.
"I'll be waiting for repairs." He warned as he strolled out of her room toward his own.
-(L)-
Upon replacing the damaged machinery, Bulma changed into her black short-shorts, and a grey, baggy t-shirt. This would help make her comfortable from laying on that hard floor. She walked down the stairs and stopped in the living room, only to notice that her father had left her a note on the coffee table.
'Hello dear,
sorry for not doing this in person, but I didn't have time to come down to the lab.
I hope you can forgive me. Your mother will explain to you more about this, but I have been
paid to go to the U.S. and help develop a better system for transportation of goods. I should
be back within the next few weeks, a month at the latest. Until then, I'll need you to take
care of the duties in the lab. I have already filled all of the employees in, they know what
deadlines are coming up, and what I expect of them, I just need you to make sure they are
following what I have told them. Plus, you need to be there to help with any technical issues
that may arise. I gave out your cell number to a few of the managers, so do not be surprised
when or if you get a call.
See you soon darling! -Love Dad!'
Bulma let out a sigh; she ran her hand through her curls and sat the note back onto the table. As if she needed more work piled on top of her... Vegeta was enough, now she has to babysit the company alone. He didn't come and see her in person because he knew that she wouldn't be happy one bit. He talked to her about retiring a few years back, and the response from her wasn't what he was hoping for. Nonetheless, he also couldn't handle the fact that he would be retired. That man loved the routine of work, it didn't matter how tired he said he was, if it wasn't for that corporation needing him, he would go insane.
"Bulma, breakfast is ready!" Her eyes tore away from the table she was fixated on, and moved to the entrance of the kitchen. "Your food is going to get cold if you keep lollygagging around!" Bunny yelled from the kitchen. At least she had someone that cared about her health, even if her mother was obsessed with Vegeta.
As she entered into the kitchen, she was met by an exuberant greeting from her mother. Like usual she was grinning ear to ear, beaming throughout the entire room. Her ditsy personality made it hard to have an actual conversation with her, but at least she had someone to talk to besides Yamcha. When it came to Vegeta, Bunny couldn't stop giggling like a little schoolgirl. She would jump him if she was not a married woman.
Bunny smiled and paused her cooking to lean over and give her daughter a plate."Why hello darling! Come sit! I bet you are starving. I am so proud of you and Vegeta! Working on empty stomachs!"
The truth is, after the incident in her room earlier, she didn't want to come face to face with Vegeta. He needed to cool down, and she wasn't going to stop him from doing so. Now that she had had a chance to look back, she knew that she was an idiot for hitting him. If it were the other way around, and she had that power, she would have at least broken a bone or two of his. It just goes to show everyone that he has changed, if only just a little bit.
She grasped the plate from her mother; she knew he was there, she didn't even have to turn to see him. From the corner of the room where the counter and barstools sat, she heard an all too familiar scoff. Of course he would deflect any type of praise from anyone but himself. The best thing for her to do would be just get her phone and ignore his existence.
She walked over to the stove and flopped a few blueberry pancakes from the stack onto her empty plate. She then grabbed the syrup from the counter were Vegeta sat and found a seat herself. She lathered her plate in the sugary goo that she so knowingly loved. The only that existed was her mother and her, at least that's what she wanted to believe in her own mind.
Bunny twirled around and darted over to the counter. "Vegeta honey, would you like anything else?" She questioned as she somehow grew an even bigger smile.
Vegeta ignored her question and continued to eat his piles of pancakes. He hated talking to her because she could continue on and on. The only thing he merely liked about her was her cooking, that's it. Her high pitched voice made him want to deafen himself. He was even sure that he hadn't actually spoken a word to her in his time there. A grunt was enough to satisfy her questions.
He looked over at Bulma's direction. She wouldn't even acknowledge him.
Good, just like a woman of her kind should do. "Did you make yourself useful and fix those bots?" Vegeta said, shattering the silence. Bulma continued to eat her food. She knew if she engaged with him, it would only make things worse.
"Damn, not only are you lazy, you have also lost the ability to hear." He taunted while putting an entire pancake in his mouth.
Really? He couldn't just shut up and let her eat. With a roll of the eyes, Bulma replied, "buzz off Vegeta, I am not in the mood."
He smirked, so she was still upset about their previous encounter.
Silence fell over the room, the only thing that could be heard was the use of the utensils, and that was pretty much it. Bulma continued to cut her food into pieces, while Vegeta engulfed everything like a pig.
Nothing could ever beat her mother's home cooked meals. Even Goku agrees that she can cook, better than Chi-Chi as well. It is sad, but everyone would starve if it wasn't for Bunny. Bulma sure as hell never really learned how to cook. If she has money to spend, why worry with the small things? A phone call for a delivery pizza seems easy enough.
Vegeta learned the hard way that Bulma didn't know how to cook.
"Woman!" Vegeta bellowed throughout the house. "I require food, and that ditsy woman didn't leave anything for me to eat!"
Bulma entered the kitchen after a long day of work. "Why don't you cook yourself something to eat for once?! I am not your maid you know!" She screeched and threw her hands to her sides.
Vegeta gave her a bewildered look. Of course he knew how to cook a little bit, but not as much as the earthlings. They had a huge variety of food to choose from; half of the food in the pantry was a mystery to him. Even if he did know how to prepare all of this food, he is the Prince of all Saiyans and he should not have to cook for himself! That was peasantry work.
Bulma saw the look on his face. 'I can't believe it, he doesn't know how to cook! Oh boy, that embarrassing!'
She spent a good while throwing all types of foods in several different pots. At first, it seemed as though she knew what she was doing, but Vegeta was sadly mistaken. A cloud of smoke developed throughout the kitchen. Bulma panicked as she noticed a fire coming from the oven.
"Oh no! I forgot all about the casserole! Shit shit shit!" She opened the door of the oven and reached for the oven mitts. The smoke burned her eyes and caused her to cough vigorously. This is why her mother always told her to stay away from the oven.
Before she knew it, Vegeta had grabbed the Christmas themed mittens and slid them over his calloused hands. He reached into the oven and pulled the burning dish out, then opened the back door and threw it into the yard. It came as a shock to Bulma that he would even do something small to help her out.
"T-thanks Vegeta." She said after clearing her throat.
"Whatever woman, I just don't want the only shelter that I have to burn down." He scoffed and walked over to his usual barstool and sat like normal. "Hurry the hell up, and don't burn the damn house down in the process."
Bunny interrupted the silence. "Oh Bulma, I almost forgot. Yamcha said he would be by soon to pick you up. He has a surprise for you. He wouldn't tell me, but it sounded good." Bunny giggled to herself and started straightening up the mess from dinner. She fiddled with her hair to fix the small imperfections and continued with her cleaning.
Bulma cut her eyes over to her mom, "thanks." Vegeta listened to the conversation, he snarled his nose at the thought of that pathetic human coming into his shelter.
"Great, the weakling will be here any second." He said in a sarcastic tone; he pushed his last plate aside, stood, and went for the back yard to train. At least that was one way to get away from all of those humans.
Bulma's rage overcame her. She had tried being nice, but no longer would she put up with his insults. "I wish you would shut up for once you stupid monkey!" She screamed as she slammed her hand down onto the table. A small wince followed at the small shock of pain radiated up her wrist from earlier.
Her dream would involve him vanishing and never coming back. The only thing he was truly needed for is to fight the androids. That was it.
How long would she have to put up with this jerk?! 'Only three more years.' She thought to herself as she watched him walk out of the door, and to the Gravity Machine.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I am revising all of the chapters and putting them back up one by one. I only had around nine to begin with, but I fell short in updating when I started college classes again. I have taken down the other chapters because I do feel that they are not to the standard that I want this story to be. Again, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
-love Kuran