Classic Fear

This is a Bulma and Vegeta fic. I do not own Dragon Ball Z, just thought that you ought to know. (The story takes place during the three years before the Androids)

Bulma was staying up late. She had been doing this for a few nights now. She silently cursed Vegeta for training for so damn long.

The Androids were coming. The thought kept echoing through her mind like a bell. Like a death sentence just waiting to happen. Bulma sniffed and looked out the window. Goku would save the day. He always did. This would be another one of those times. Wouldn't it?

Bulma shivered and tried to snuggle in the sweat shirt she was wearing. It wasn't working. She was still frightened.

What if she died? There was so much that she hadn't done. She hadn't fallen in love. She hadn't gotten a husband or a family yet.

That was when the reality came crashing down on her. Bulma had a high chance of dieing. Her periwinkle eyes started to fill up with tears.

What am I doing? I shouldn't be crying! I'm an adult now. I can handle the situation.

Bulma tried and tried to keep her fear inside. It was so hard it hurt. So Bulma wailed and wailed. She felt like a child. She was certainly crying like one, but she also felt desperately helpless.

She was drowning and no one was there to save her. No one.

"Woman! Where is my dinner?"

Vegeta's deep voice made the table top vibrate. Bulma sniffled and picked her head up.

Vegeta's midnight black eyes widened slightly at her appearance. Never before had he seen the woman in this state. She was usually fiery and annoying.

Now she was a sobbing fool. Bulma pushed some hair out of her eyes and pointed to the stove. It held a feast that was worthy of a king. Oops. Prince, technically.

Vegeta snorted and muttered something under his breath about how humans are weak. He looked behind him as he piled food on his plate. No reaction. Nothing.

"Vegeta?"

Bulma was given a growl. She ignored his pitiful social skills.

"Aren't you scared?"

Vegeta looked up from the monstrous forkful of spaghetti that he was getting ready to shovel into his mouth.

His eyes narrowed.

"About what?"

Bulma had to catch a laugh that came up from her throat. She was still a little stuffy from crying so hard, but she was done now. A presence of another being comforted her.

"The Androids. Aren't you worried at all?"

Bulma stared at the Prince as he stared right back.

"No, woman. Once they witness my power, they'll regret ever crossing paths with a Sayian Prince."

Bulma smiled sadly.

"Yes, I forgot that we had you to protect us."

She giggled as she got up and attempted to leave the room when Vegeta yelled after her.

"Were you making fun of me?"

Bulma snorted. She instantly regretted it when she heard the scrape of the chair against the floor.

Bulma broke out into a run, her blue hair flying behind her. She ran right into a wall. She opened her eyes and realized that the wall was actually Vegeta.

"You're testing your life, woman."

Vegeta snarled menacingly, but Bulma surprised him. She chuckled.

"I'll worry about the Androids, you just worry about breaking the GR."

Vegeta smirked and folded his arms across his chest. A classic pose for him. Bulma smiled up at him.

"Goodnight, Vegeta."

She kissed him on the cheek and dashed off before Vegeta could put the events together. Vegeta stood, his arms still crossed. He could have pursued the woman, but he decided against it.

His one hand touched his cheek. It was still warm from her lips.

"Goodnight, Bulma."

Fin

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