I'm writing my first dragonball z fanfic! Please go easy on me for that reason!
disclaimer: I don't own any of these dragonball z characters (except the ones I made up) and I'm not making any money from this. I'm just using these characters for some fun writing
ALSO THIS IS AN AU! BULMA WILL BE VERY OOC! I also took the idea of the satellite from yu gi oh 5ds so I don't own that either!
Ok guys, here it is... my B/V!
Chapter 1
A girl with unusual brilliant blue hair stood by a fire and tried to warm herself. The potato sack dress she was wearing was tied at the waist crudely by a rope and was patched up in many places. Her hands were almost as blue as her hair in the brutal weather. Suddenly she heard the door open abruptly and quickly reached for the pipe she kept around the house for anyone that decided to sneak in...
"Bulma..? You here?" the voice of Goku was a surprise indeed. Why would he need to venture to these parts? "Hello Goku. I see that you've arrived from Namek safely... Now why are you here? If they catch me with an outsider they'll..." She was cut off by another man that stormed in. He looked cranky as he broke the flimsy door off of its hinges.
"Kakkarott what the hell are we doing in this shitty excuse for a house? Answer me you baka!"
Bulma just stared and thought about fixing the door. Submissiveness had become second nature to her. She had the children to think of.
"I'm not joking around! I'm not fixing that door either!" the man said looking at Bulma, attempting to intimidate her. Hell, it worked.
"Ummm Goku? Who is this, why is he in my house, and why are you here? Is Frieza dead?" Bulma inquired sincerely.
Goku answered, "This is Vegeta. He needs a place to stay! Have fun you two!"
Bulma nodded out of fear. There were times when there was nothing you could do. Goku put his fingers on his forehead and ... teleported? Bulma let a smile cross her face. There was nothing that Goku couldn't do.
"Woman, HELLO! I AM FUCKING HERE TOO SO SNAP OUT OF YOUR FUCKING DAYDREAM!"Vegeta yelled.
She was startled by his yell and snapped out of her dream immediatly.
"Well... There isn't much room around here but I suppose I could... well there's a room around here hopefully," she said meekly. Bulma started to walk across the dirty kitchen and up the ancient wooden stairs. They creaked with every step and the wood was chipping.
Vegeta didn't understand what was going on. It was just like that bastard Kakkarott to leave him with this woman. She barely had the money to clothe herself properly. Her dress was made out of something like a potato sack and was patched. She did have quite an unusual appearance, being blue and all, but she had more about her. Her face bore a bright, yellow tattoo in the shape of a triangle underneath her eye. Cuts and bruises seemed to be all that there were. Skin was barely visible. The steps barely creaked at her steps for her weight was unhealthy and she honestly looked like she could collapse at any moment. She was like a house of cards.
Bulma felt uneasy showing the stranger around the house, but she had to do it. He really might break these fragile old steps if this keeps up, she thought. She turned and was met with a condescending glare. Bulma ignored him and showed him to the Bedroom at the back of the hall."Well. here it is. Dinner's in an hour. Ask if you need anything." Bulma said. With that, she left.
Vegeta glanced across the had a small bed, closet, and window. The window hadn't any glass to fill it in. Vegeta walked over to the window and the floorboards creaked loudly. He stuck his head out the window and saw smoke and many dilapidated buildings. Most were falling apart. How dare that Kakkarott take the Prince of Saiyans to live in the slums for 3 years. There's nowhere to train either.
So what do you think? Comment and tell me PLEASE! I'M BEGGING! CAN'T YOU SEE MY ON MY KNEES?