Dreams Come True
Summary:
This is my very first fic. It's a B/V A/U, at least sort of. It follows the regular DBZ story-line somewhat, but just barely. Bulma makes the wish she's always wanted, and no one knows about it, Yamcha is off cheating again, and Vegeta is still his nasty old self, loathing the entire world for nothing in particular. Also, an interesting new "enemy" named Incoz shows up with orders to kidnap our favorite couple and bring them to his mutant master for experimentation. Incoz's overlord is a geneticist named Doctor Ungo with a great interest in the properties of Saiyan and human DNA. What is this scientist really up to? Why has he kidnapped Bulma and Vegeta? Will they be able to escape? Will anyone know that they are gone? Read to find out!
Warnings/Disclaimers:
Hey all! Trunkszgrl here! This my warnings/disclaimers section, not really necessary but just for your information. First of all, this is not a lemon, it may have some juicy parts, but no lemon or explicit detail. I don't like them, nor do I know how to write them. Strong language used a lot (mostly heard from Vegeta). Genre: Action/Romance. Written for the sake of entertainment. Wouldn't it be interesting if the creators of DBZ were to suddenly start suing every fanfic writer out there? They'd be cazillionaires; oh wait, they already are! In case you couldn't already tell, I don't own this cartoon, I just love it. Don't sue, I have less than 100 bucks saved up so you won't get much...unless you want this crappie computer or a broken piano 'cause that's about all I have. You have been informed, now to my very first fanfic! Hope ya like it! And e- mail me at Trunkszgrl@hotmail.com with comments or reviews...I would appreciate no flames, but if you feel it is absolutely necessary for you to criticize me; fine. But please know that I'll only keep the story going if you guys want me to! Sayonara for now.
Prologue:
The seven legendary balls in place, the gatherer proceeded to call upon the Eternal Dragon...
The sky darkened and a booming voice was heard from a great beast hovering high in the heavens.
"I am Shen-Ron! The all-powerful Eternal Dragon of Earth! You who have summoned me, what is your wish?" the dragon roared to the blue creature below him.
The young woman beamed as she went over her wish one more time in her head. Then she recited it aloud, "Hey Shen-Ron! Nice to see ya again! But anyway, as for my wish, I'm sick of being either played or alone! I want to settle down and live happily! So I desire a wonderful Prince."
"A prince...for you?" Shen-Ron questioned loudly.
"Well, du-uh! Of course, doofus!" Bulma sighed, putting her manicured hands on her hips in exasperation.
"Grrrrrr...I shall ignore that last comment! However, I am unable to grant that wish!"
"WHAT?! WHY?!" the woman shrieked angrily.
"IT IS BECAUSE YOUR PRINCE ALREADY EXISTS! THAT IS WHY, STUPID FEMALE!" the enraged Eternal Dragon shot back in fury.
"WHY YOU! YOU'D BETTER WATCH YOUR MOUTH, BUSTER!"
"I COULD EASILY DESTROY YOU AND YOUR PLANET AND YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME?! SHOW RESPECT WOMAN OR I SHALL NOT GRANT ANY WISH FOR YOU...BE IT NOW OR IN THE FUTURE!"
"Okay, sorry. So, if you can't make him, could you tell me who he is? Or at least where he is?" Bulma asked meekly.
"No."
"Why not?" she whined.
"It is forbidden, such information could put the future in jeopardy."
"If you're so great, can't you make it so that doesn't happen? Or are you just an overgrown lizard with no real power?"
"SILENCE! I CAN GRANT YOU AN ALTERNATE WISH THAT WILL HAVE THE SAME RESULT, BUT NOT IF
YOU CONTINUE TO INSULT ME!"
"Fine, geesh! Grant whatever possible wish you can."
"Repeat after me, 'I wish to know whom my mate i-'"
"Mate? I asked for a prince, what do I look like? An animal?!"
"QUIET! Just go along with it! Now, say 'I wish to know whom my chosen mate is to be in a year's time.'"
"That all?"
"YES! NOW SAY IT!" growled the impatient apparition.
"Sure thing, I wish to know whom my chosen mate is to be in a year's time. Done."
"It has been granted! Now good bye and good riddance!" and with that, the dragon disappeared and the dragonballs dispersed all over the world.
Meanwhile, Bulma hopped on her hover bike and sped home, imagining what her prince would be like...
Chapter 1:
It Begins
*Almost eleven months after Bulma has made her wish*
It was Saturday night, 7:26 pm, when Bulma looked out the window once again. The relentless rain was coming down in huge sheets with a wild wind to guide it. She growled angrily, Yamcha was late...again! They were supposed to be partying over at Goku's house almost an hour ago, and he hadn't called at all to give her a reason why he wasn't there yet.
Almost as if on cue, the phone began ringing.
"I'll get it!" Bulma shouted as she bounded over to the device.
*"Hello? Bulma Briefs here."*
*"Hang on ladies! I'm on the phone right now...Oh! Hiya Bulma! It's Yamcha!"*
*"........"*
*"Anybody there?"*
*"Yes, I'm here Yamcha. The question is, where are you? We were supposed to go to Goku's party nearly an hour ago!"
*"I'm sorry doll, but I can't make it. I'm hung up at...ummm...the ummm...the...the ballpark! Yeah! They don't have enough people to clean up the mess the crowd left behind, so I volunteered to help out. I have to cancel, there's no way around it."*
*"Fine! I'll just go by myself!"*
*"Ah unggghhhh...You do that B-B-BULMA! I'll see...you...later...maybe? Gotta go, S-S-SAYONARA-A-A OH MAN!"*
Bulma hung up the phone, disgusted. By the sounds of it, Yamcha had another whore over and was having the time of his life, the sleaze. But Bulma didn't have any proof that Yamcha was cheating on her, she needed to find out if her suspicions were correct so she could dump him for good and not regret it. On her way out the door, she pushed past the Saiyan Prince who was entering.
"Watch where you are going, wench!" Vegeta sneered.
"No time to argue or insult, Vegeta...Gotta fly!" Bulma grabbed her purse from the table next to the door and pulled out a capsule with the number 45 on it's side. She pushed the button and tossed it into the driveway. *POOF!* Out popped her teal Ferrari convertible. Ignoring the rain, she swung open the car's door and jumped in. After slipping her key into it's slot and revving the engine, she sped off like a bolt of blue-green lightning
The Saiyan Prince stood dumbfounded for a minute before taking off after her. 'My, she certainly was in a hurry,' he thought, 'I'll bet that something happened between her and that baka mate of hers! And I do hate to miss being witness to their arguments...they're so entertaining!' He smirked evilly as he struggled to fly in a straight line after her little car, for the wind was very strong and kept trying to push him off-course.
Bulma raced down the road in frustration. If Yamcha was with another woman, would she really dump him? He was her first and only boyfriend, she wasn't sure she could let go of him that easy. Their relationship was fine until he learned that they could do much more than just kiss. Ever since he had learned of sex and how great it was supposed to be, he had wanted to 'do it' with Bulma. She had declined every one of his advances, the threat of pregnancy or STD's a dark cloud in her otherwise clear sky. Even with protection, Bulma knew there was a chance. Better safe than sorry, she always told herself. Needless to say, Yamcha was disappointed and that was when he started to go after other, easier women. The thought revolted Bulma and she shifted her attention back to the slippery road to avoid it.
The silent tail-gaiter up in the air watched Bulma's car slide across the rain-slick roads. Her method of driving was unsafe and could result in her getting seriously hurt, not that he cared. A large apartment building loomed like a giant ahead of them. The Skankii Villas. 'How fitting that a baka man like Yamcha lives in a place with such a degrading name.' Vegeta was kidding himself, for Skankii was the name of the owner of the apartments, and it was pronounced skahn-kee. And he knew that perfectly well.
Bulma zipped into the parking-lot of the apartments and slammed her door shut. As she stumbled up the stairs in her miniskirt and high-heels, she rummaged in her purse for Yamcha's apartment key. He lived on Floor 2, in Room 7. She stuck the key into the lock and turned it quietly. Her ears picked up muffled giggles as she stepped into the apartment. Bulma pulled off her shoes and snuck towards the sound. At Yamcha's bedroom door, Bulma pushed it open gently and nearly screamed at the sight that met her blue eyes.
Yamcha lay nude in bed with three women around him. A red-headed whore, a purple-haired slut, and a brunette prostitute were rubbing his muscles while he was moaning in satisfaction as their sweaty fingers trailed all over his equally drenched body. Bulma couldn't handle the image and slid to the floor in tears. Her "boyfriend" heard the distressed sobs and glanced around stupidly. Upon seeing his "girls" still giggling and contented, he began to speak, not noticing Bulma's crumpled form.
"Yeah dolls. It's great to have such skilled ladies pleasuring me tonight. Unlike that ungrateful Bulma Briefs."
"Tell us about that wench, please Yammy?" requested the brunette.
"Sure. She's a rich snob who only cares about her needs. She refuses to sleep with me, like I'm not good enough for her. It's like she thinks her virginity is the most important thing in her life."
"What a loser...She doesn't deserve you, ChaCha!" the purple thing added.
"Yeah, how come you stick with her anyways? Don't you like us much better?" the red-head whined.
"Of course I do! But Bulma's got bu-ku bucks! Money makes the world go round, so Bulma practically rules it! You babes are great and all, but you can't pay for everything I want...and need."
"True. But I say you should dump her." the red-head declared.
"Chica, I can't. I need her dough."
"Well, if you ever do ditch the bitch, gimme a call and I'll help you...celebrate." the brunette grinned evilly.
"Sure will, Naiyah. Sure will."
"Whadda 'bout me?" the purple-headed girl called.
"Don't worry Shasta, I'll notify you as well! I just need to squeeze all my desires from Bulma, then we three can PARTY!" Yamcha shouted.
"You know, I really didn't think you were that stupid, human. Talking about a woman who is within earshot of everything you say." a new voice sneered.
"Wha-? Wh-who said that?" Yamcha demanded, his eyes swinging over to the doorway (he still hadn't noticed Bulma) where he saw a most unwelcome sight. "V-Vegeta? What the hell are you doing here? And how the hell did you get in?!"
"Mmmmmmm, this a friend of yours, Yamcha? Vegeta, eh? He's hot." Naiyah purred, sitting up in the bed and exposing half of her naked self.
"Yes...him I like. Wanna have some fun, sexy?" Shasta offered, giving the Saiyan her evilest smile.
"The woman was kind enough to leave the door wide open." Vegeta replied, ignoring the naked sluts and nodding his head at Bulma's quaking body.
"B-Bulma?! What are you doing here?!" Yamcha questioned, totally shocked.
"Watching my so-called boyfriend knock up three other girls, that's what! And now that I've seen all I needed to see and more, I'm leaving! Oh, and Yamcha? WE'RE THROUGH!" Bulma screamed hysterically. She darted out of the apartment building and rushed over to her car. Vegeta also began walking out, but not before catching a part of a conversation between Yamcha and his "mistresses."
The three girls in the bed with Yamcha had stunned expressions. The didn't want the desirable, short man to go; but he seemed focused on the Briefs girl. Disappointment shone on all of their faces.
"Wish I had me a man like that." Vegeta heard the one called Chica whine.
"I know, he looks so...skilled." Shasta's high tone agreed.
"We could've had a lot of fun with him. It's a shame that Bulma Briefs has two arousing men at her disposal, she doesn't deserve either." Naiyah's voice put in.
"Ladies, ladies, that Vegeta is trouble. Trust me. But I'm here...so let's enjoy ourselves shall we? Bulma will be mad at me for a while, but she's a sap and forgives in no time." Vegeta heard Yamcha insist as the Saiyan continued to stride down the hall.
Vegeta followed Bulma's earlier trek, but as he began to rise into the sky to leave...he blacked out.
"Bulma Briefs, you are in no condition to drive. Allow me to fly you home." offered Vegeta as Bulma fumbled with her car keys.
Bulma was too heartbroken to resist, or to take heed of the change in Vegeta. She collapsed into his arms after capsulizing her car and he flew upwards, the lightly falling rain making his trip easier than before.
When Vegeta dropped Bulma off in front of her home, she rushed inside to tell her parents the horrible news. After her mother's gentle words and father's comforting embrace, she trudged up the stairs into her room and fell asleep quickly with her clothes still on, unmindful of the watching figure on her balcony.
"Soon, Ms. Briefs. You will be mine." the shadowy being whispered before soaring off to the other side of the house to deposit his host and contact his master.
Summary:
This is my very first fic. It's a B/V A/U, at least sort of. It follows the regular DBZ story-line somewhat, but just barely. Bulma makes the wish she's always wanted, and no one knows about it, Yamcha is off cheating again, and Vegeta is still his nasty old self, loathing the entire world for nothing in particular. Also, an interesting new "enemy" named Incoz shows up with orders to kidnap our favorite couple and bring them to his mutant master for experimentation. Incoz's overlord is a geneticist named Doctor Ungo with a great interest in the properties of Saiyan and human DNA. What is this scientist really up to? Why has he kidnapped Bulma and Vegeta? Will they be able to escape? Will anyone know that they are gone? Read to find out!
Warnings/Disclaimers:
Hey all! Trunkszgrl here! This my warnings/disclaimers section, not really necessary but just for your information. First of all, this is not a lemon, it may have some juicy parts, but no lemon or explicit detail. I don't like them, nor do I know how to write them. Strong language used a lot (mostly heard from Vegeta). Genre: Action/Romance. Written for the sake of entertainment. Wouldn't it be interesting if the creators of DBZ were to suddenly start suing every fanfic writer out there? They'd be cazillionaires; oh wait, they already are! In case you couldn't already tell, I don't own this cartoon, I just love it. Don't sue, I have less than 100 bucks saved up so you won't get much...unless you want this crappie computer or a broken piano 'cause that's about all I have. You have been informed, now to my very first fanfic! Hope ya like it! And e- mail me at Trunkszgrl@hotmail.com with comments or reviews...I would appreciate no flames, but if you feel it is absolutely necessary for you to criticize me; fine. But please know that I'll only keep the story going if you guys want me to! Sayonara for now.
Prologue:
The seven legendary balls in place, the gatherer proceeded to call upon the Eternal Dragon...
The sky darkened and a booming voice was heard from a great beast hovering high in the heavens.
"I am Shen-Ron! The all-powerful Eternal Dragon of Earth! You who have summoned me, what is your wish?" the dragon roared to the blue creature below him.
The young woman beamed as she went over her wish one more time in her head. Then she recited it aloud, "Hey Shen-Ron! Nice to see ya again! But anyway, as for my wish, I'm sick of being either played or alone! I want to settle down and live happily! So I desire a wonderful Prince."
"A prince...for you?" Shen-Ron questioned loudly.
"Well, du-uh! Of course, doofus!" Bulma sighed, putting her manicured hands on her hips in exasperation.
"Grrrrrr...I shall ignore that last comment! However, I am unable to grant that wish!"
"WHAT?! WHY?!" the woman shrieked angrily.
"IT IS BECAUSE YOUR PRINCE ALREADY EXISTS! THAT IS WHY, STUPID FEMALE!" the enraged Eternal Dragon shot back in fury.
"WHY YOU! YOU'D BETTER WATCH YOUR MOUTH, BUSTER!"
"I COULD EASILY DESTROY YOU AND YOUR PLANET AND YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME?! SHOW RESPECT WOMAN OR I SHALL NOT GRANT ANY WISH FOR YOU...BE IT NOW OR IN THE FUTURE!"
"Okay, sorry. So, if you can't make him, could you tell me who he is? Or at least where he is?" Bulma asked meekly.
"No."
"Why not?" she whined.
"It is forbidden, such information could put the future in jeopardy."
"If you're so great, can't you make it so that doesn't happen? Or are you just an overgrown lizard with no real power?"
"SILENCE! I CAN GRANT YOU AN ALTERNATE WISH THAT WILL HAVE THE SAME RESULT, BUT NOT IF
YOU CONTINUE TO INSULT ME!"
"Fine, geesh! Grant whatever possible wish you can."
"Repeat after me, 'I wish to know whom my mate i-'"
"Mate? I asked for a prince, what do I look like? An animal?!"
"QUIET! Just go along with it! Now, say 'I wish to know whom my chosen mate is to be in a year's time.'"
"That all?"
"YES! NOW SAY IT!" growled the impatient apparition.
"Sure thing, I wish to know whom my chosen mate is to be in a year's time. Done."
"It has been granted! Now good bye and good riddance!" and with that, the dragon disappeared and the dragonballs dispersed all over the world.
Meanwhile, Bulma hopped on her hover bike and sped home, imagining what her prince would be like...
Chapter 1:
It Begins
*Almost eleven months after Bulma has made her wish*
It was Saturday night, 7:26 pm, when Bulma looked out the window once again. The relentless rain was coming down in huge sheets with a wild wind to guide it. She growled angrily, Yamcha was late...again! They were supposed to be partying over at Goku's house almost an hour ago, and he hadn't called at all to give her a reason why he wasn't there yet.
Almost as if on cue, the phone began ringing.
"I'll get it!" Bulma shouted as she bounded over to the device.
*"Hello? Bulma Briefs here."*
*"Hang on ladies! I'm on the phone right now...Oh! Hiya Bulma! It's Yamcha!"*
*"........"*
*"Anybody there?"*
*"Yes, I'm here Yamcha. The question is, where are you? We were supposed to go to Goku's party nearly an hour ago!"
*"I'm sorry doll, but I can't make it. I'm hung up at...ummm...the ummm...the...the ballpark! Yeah! They don't have enough people to clean up the mess the crowd left behind, so I volunteered to help out. I have to cancel, there's no way around it."*
*"Fine! I'll just go by myself!"*
*"Ah unggghhhh...You do that B-B-BULMA! I'll see...you...later...maybe? Gotta go, S-S-SAYONARA-A-A OH MAN!"*
Bulma hung up the phone, disgusted. By the sounds of it, Yamcha had another whore over and was having the time of his life, the sleaze. But Bulma didn't have any proof that Yamcha was cheating on her, she needed to find out if her suspicions were correct so she could dump him for good and not regret it. On her way out the door, she pushed past the Saiyan Prince who was entering.
"Watch where you are going, wench!" Vegeta sneered.
"No time to argue or insult, Vegeta...Gotta fly!" Bulma grabbed her purse from the table next to the door and pulled out a capsule with the number 45 on it's side. She pushed the button and tossed it into the driveway. *POOF!* Out popped her teal Ferrari convertible. Ignoring the rain, she swung open the car's door and jumped in. After slipping her key into it's slot and revving the engine, she sped off like a bolt of blue-green lightning
The Saiyan Prince stood dumbfounded for a minute before taking off after her. 'My, she certainly was in a hurry,' he thought, 'I'll bet that something happened between her and that baka mate of hers! And I do hate to miss being witness to their arguments...they're so entertaining!' He smirked evilly as he struggled to fly in a straight line after her little car, for the wind was very strong and kept trying to push him off-course.
Bulma raced down the road in frustration. If Yamcha was with another woman, would she really dump him? He was her first and only boyfriend, she wasn't sure she could let go of him that easy. Their relationship was fine until he learned that they could do much more than just kiss. Ever since he had learned of sex and how great it was supposed to be, he had wanted to 'do it' with Bulma. She had declined every one of his advances, the threat of pregnancy or STD's a dark cloud in her otherwise clear sky. Even with protection, Bulma knew there was a chance. Better safe than sorry, she always told herself. Needless to say, Yamcha was disappointed and that was when he started to go after other, easier women. The thought revolted Bulma and she shifted her attention back to the slippery road to avoid it.
The silent tail-gaiter up in the air watched Bulma's car slide across the rain-slick roads. Her method of driving was unsafe and could result in her getting seriously hurt, not that he cared. A large apartment building loomed like a giant ahead of them. The Skankii Villas. 'How fitting that a baka man like Yamcha lives in a place with such a degrading name.' Vegeta was kidding himself, for Skankii was the name of the owner of the apartments, and it was pronounced skahn-kee. And he knew that perfectly well.
Bulma zipped into the parking-lot of the apartments and slammed her door shut. As she stumbled up the stairs in her miniskirt and high-heels, she rummaged in her purse for Yamcha's apartment key. He lived on Floor 2, in Room 7. She stuck the key into the lock and turned it quietly. Her ears picked up muffled giggles as she stepped into the apartment. Bulma pulled off her shoes and snuck towards the sound. At Yamcha's bedroom door, Bulma pushed it open gently and nearly screamed at the sight that met her blue eyes.
Yamcha lay nude in bed with three women around him. A red-headed whore, a purple-haired slut, and a brunette prostitute were rubbing his muscles while he was moaning in satisfaction as their sweaty fingers trailed all over his equally drenched body. Bulma couldn't handle the image and slid to the floor in tears. Her "boyfriend" heard the distressed sobs and glanced around stupidly. Upon seeing his "girls" still giggling and contented, he began to speak, not noticing Bulma's crumpled form.
"Yeah dolls. It's great to have such skilled ladies pleasuring me tonight. Unlike that ungrateful Bulma Briefs."
"Tell us about that wench, please Yammy?" requested the brunette.
"Sure. She's a rich snob who only cares about her needs. She refuses to sleep with me, like I'm not good enough for her. It's like she thinks her virginity is the most important thing in her life."
"What a loser...She doesn't deserve you, ChaCha!" the purple thing added.
"Yeah, how come you stick with her anyways? Don't you like us much better?" the red-head whined.
"Of course I do! But Bulma's got bu-ku bucks! Money makes the world go round, so Bulma practically rules it! You babes are great and all, but you can't pay for everything I want...and need."
"True. But I say you should dump her." the red-head declared.
"Chica, I can't. I need her dough."
"Well, if you ever do ditch the bitch, gimme a call and I'll help you...celebrate." the brunette grinned evilly.
"Sure will, Naiyah. Sure will."
"Whadda 'bout me?" the purple-headed girl called.
"Don't worry Shasta, I'll notify you as well! I just need to squeeze all my desires from Bulma, then we three can PARTY!" Yamcha shouted.
"You know, I really didn't think you were that stupid, human. Talking about a woman who is within earshot of everything you say." a new voice sneered.
"Wha-? Wh-who said that?" Yamcha demanded, his eyes swinging over to the doorway (he still hadn't noticed Bulma) where he saw a most unwelcome sight. "V-Vegeta? What the hell are you doing here? And how the hell did you get in?!"
"Mmmmmmm, this a friend of yours, Yamcha? Vegeta, eh? He's hot." Naiyah purred, sitting up in the bed and exposing half of her naked self.
"Yes...him I like. Wanna have some fun, sexy?" Shasta offered, giving the Saiyan her evilest smile.
"The woman was kind enough to leave the door wide open." Vegeta replied, ignoring the naked sluts and nodding his head at Bulma's quaking body.
"B-Bulma?! What are you doing here?!" Yamcha questioned, totally shocked.
"Watching my so-called boyfriend knock up three other girls, that's what! And now that I've seen all I needed to see and more, I'm leaving! Oh, and Yamcha? WE'RE THROUGH!" Bulma screamed hysterically. She darted out of the apartment building and rushed over to her car. Vegeta also began walking out, but not before catching a part of a conversation between Yamcha and his "mistresses."
The three girls in the bed with Yamcha had stunned expressions. The didn't want the desirable, short man to go; but he seemed focused on the Briefs girl. Disappointment shone on all of their faces.
"Wish I had me a man like that." Vegeta heard the one called Chica whine.
"I know, he looks so...skilled." Shasta's high tone agreed.
"We could've had a lot of fun with him. It's a shame that Bulma Briefs has two arousing men at her disposal, she doesn't deserve either." Naiyah's voice put in.
"Ladies, ladies, that Vegeta is trouble. Trust me. But I'm here...so let's enjoy ourselves shall we? Bulma will be mad at me for a while, but she's a sap and forgives in no time." Vegeta heard Yamcha insist as the Saiyan continued to stride down the hall.
Vegeta followed Bulma's earlier trek, but as he began to rise into the sky to leave...he blacked out.
"Bulma Briefs, you are in no condition to drive. Allow me to fly you home." offered Vegeta as Bulma fumbled with her car keys.
Bulma was too heartbroken to resist, or to take heed of the change in Vegeta. She collapsed into his arms after capsulizing her car and he flew upwards, the lightly falling rain making his trip easier than before.
When Vegeta dropped Bulma off in front of her home, she rushed inside to tell her parents the horrible news. After her mother's gentle words and father's comforting embrace, she trudged up the stairs into her room and fell asleep quickly with her clothes still on, unmindful of the watching figure on her balcony.
"Soon, Ms. Briefs. You will be mine." the shadowy being whispered before soaring off to the other side of the house to deposit his host and contact his master.
