A/U: Alright, so I'm going to update again because several very nice people reviewed! Thanks guys ^_^ ! Normally I might wait a little longer to update but the Prologue was pretty short so...here goes! Hope you enjoy!!!
Bunny Briefs gave a little squeak of alarm as Yamcha nearly caused her to drop the tray on his way, briskly brushing past her.
Bulma sighed, brushing her aqua tresses' out of her eyes, brain automatically reminding her that she needed to get her hair cut despite being emotionally drained after their latest argument. It was all they seemed to lately, argue, argue, and oh right, argue some more!
"He could at least give me the respect to come out and admit he's cheating rather than slithering around behind my back." She mumbled under her breathe, only feeling a small twinge of uncertainty as she didn't actually have any proof of his outings as of yet but it was only a matter of time before she did. She was a genius after all.
"Is he not staying?" Her mom asked, her constant cheerful spirits barely hampered by Yamcha's lack of manners. "No mom, he's not staying. Hopefully he's never staying again!" She raised her voice slightly as the front door slammed as if to put emphasis on her point.
"Ooh, the NERVE of that boy! To think, I, Bulma Briefs, a GENIUS IN THE MAKING puts up with that no good, piece of mauled over and pissed on trash! I can do better. I am beautiful, smart, and witty and could have any man I want. He is LUCKY to have me and" –her mother continued setting out snacks, glancing out the window in a suspicious manner but Bulma brushed it off assuming she expected company – "how could he even THINK that a cool collected woman such as myself, would fall for his lame ass excuses like BABYSITTING, when I have friends all over the place, being as popular as I am" –in the middle of her 'cool and collected' rant she swung round and nearly bowled her rather small in stature father right over but he merely stumbled, still buried in his blueprints for a new capsule design.
Cerulean blue eyes blinked bringing her back into the present. "Oh! Oh, sorry daddy, I didn't see you there." Her father looked up at his only daughter and squinted at her slightly through his thick spectacles.
So maybe he wasn't in his prime anymore, but he was still a genius right? "Yes Bulma darling, you are in fact a genius just like your old man." He gave a small chuckle and moved along through the door to his study.
Okay maybe not. For a moment she could only stand there, rage building inside her, threatening to explode. "Do you think he'll come down for a snack later?" Came her mother's wistful voice causing Bulma to break away from her angry mumbling and thankfully create a distraction from her building anger.
Of course she knew she was a genius! Why would her own father feel the need to remind her? "No mom, I don't think he's going to come down for a snack." She explained slowly, attempting to keep the slight sarcasm from her voice.
Don't get me wrong, she loved her mom dearly but the blond haired Bunny certainly was...different than most people. She had her moments but how her father got off as a genius marrying this slightly ditzy brained woman Bulma had no idea.
She sighed quietly to herself. Well, look at her love life. Tethered down to a worn out mule like Yamcha while she was a top class filly! She knew she could do better...but if she was honest with herself she was afraid to try.
Afraid to try because out there were people far more experienced than her –and she hated being a novice at anything, and she hated being alone. "But the boy eats like a wild animal! Surely food might work to coax him out for awhile. I just hate to think of him holed up in that little old room all day with nobody to talk to."
Bulma felt her lips twitch slightly as she attempted to control a small laugh despite her current circumstances. "Mom, if you feel so bad for him why don't you just go up there and talk to him?" She proposed innocently and her mother's face lit up like it was Christmas all over again.
"Oh really? Do you think he'd like that?" Bulma nodded, flicking back her unruly hair with a small amount of irritation along with a giggle as her mother all but bounced up the stairs.
Why did she giggle? Because she had found a new favourite hobby. The tenant boy who was renting there smallest room at the moment was ridiculously introverted and when disturbed, or, dare she think it, provoked in any way by the young blue haired woman he tended to become rather...irritable.
Or in other words was prone to temper tantrums that verged on becoming dangerous. So far he had not laid a hand on her besides shaking hers when they first met but it had come close.
Most girls might find him frightening and certainly he could be quite intimidating but he was also mysteriously aloof and there had never been a mystery that Bulma Briefs couldn't solve. She found him...intriguing.
Glancing into one of the many mirrors hung about the family room she frowned at her blue hair which was, of course, perfect just like the rest of her, from her curvaceous figure to her wide sparkling eyes and immaculate dress complete with French manicure.
Her bangs were verging on too long though and if she kept having to push them back the oil from her fingers would cause her to break out and that was unacceptable. She had to look amazing because...because...she frowned shaking her head, trying to break the train of thought.
Not for Yamcha. Then for who? The tenant boy? She snorted slightly, crossing the room to the intercom and pushed one of the many buttons tentatively with her finger.
"Hello?" She called out softly, knowing her mother must be almost there, despite the room being on the other side of the overly large mansion. Static was the response and a flicker of annoyance crossed her mind just as a deep male voice replied in a slightly weary tone.
"You're going to have to speak up if you want me to hear you woman." Something about his tone caused her to shiver but she refused to address that. "You don't want me to speak up." Almost immediately this time he replied, "You're right of course."
She let a small smug smile grace her features before he followed with, "I don't want to hear your voice." She gasped, momentarily releasing the button in indignation. The fire inside ignited she mashed the button down furiously and hissed, "Well for your information I just sent my mother up to keep you company so unless you want to deal with her over me I suggest you get down here. Of course I can speak up so she knows you're in there."
She released the button with a satisfied huff and turned away only to find herself face to face with a very angry looking young man. With a squeak of shock she felt her large blue eyes widen in shock as he smirked down at her from his mere inch higher although he seemed much taller because of his black hair which stuck up crazily in the air.
Barely catching a glimpse of him he suddenly disappeared again and her only clue to his whereabouts was the hot breath against her neck before a hand clamped down on her mouth. "No, we wouldn't want her to know where I am."
Bulma tried to control her breathing as she felt his body slide between hers and the wall, able to feel every single one of his impressive muscles flush against her body.
Rather than fear or lust she felt only irritation though. Okay so maybe a little lust, but could she really help it? He was like a Greek God. Still, she had always controlled such emotions, the same as happiness or sadness, even with, correction, when she USED to be with Yamcha, she had never given into such weakness.
Wriggling her tongue between her lips she finally got it out enough to slowly slide along his palm which she noted was slightly damp and from the salty taste, it must be with sweat. It made her curious as to what he was doing up there in his room but she only had around two seconds to puzzle it out before he was shoving her away in disgust and she saw, as she spun to face him to her delight, wiping his palm off on his jeans furiously with an expression of shock, bewilderment and distaste on his face.
"What was that for woman? Is that some sort of revolting earth custom?" He demanded still waving his hand in the air like she had injured it in some way. She giggled, he probably thought she had. "Oh please, why don't you tell me?" She told him in as superior a voice as she could.
"You've lived here longer then I have." He froze looking wary of her for the first time. "I...have learned in my courses on human culture," he made a face at this word as though it were totally foreign, "that it is impolite to ask a woman's age."
His dark eyes that were so black she couldn't distinguish the pupil from the iris flickered downward, taking in her entire body with one glance as though despite having lived her for almost two weeks now he had not yet bothered to properly take her in. She shivered slightly at the small smirk that worked its way into one corner of his lips in a darkly attractive way as he took in her short skirt, leggings and long sleeved shirt that hugged her body in all the right places.
"And," he continued, going in for a second glance as she crossed her arms somewhere between flattered and uncomfortable at his assessment in his what-do-you-know-tone, "You do appear to very much be a woman so I am justifiably uninformed about who has inhabited this pathetic planet longer."
"Well done, Sherlock." She muttered, giving him a slight glare, despite being attracted to his devil-dare attitude. It was what first drew her to Yamcha come to think of it, but with all these women around, and having grown accustom to the cities luxuries, he had lost his edge, and therefore lost her.
"Sherlock?" He puzzled slightly only letting down his guard slightly. It almost made her want to giggle again in her very girlish way despite her tough attitude. He may be a rock hard, introverted alien, literally, but when it came down to earth customs he was a lost cause.
She had been two when her father brought him back from space and put him in the orphanage where he had been raised and in the picture her father showed her he hadn't looked very old but his mind had evidently always been stuck on that little red planet he had been launched from seconds before destruction.
"My name is not Sherlock, woman, it is" – "Vegeta." She said shortly and he seemed taken aback as a placed my hand on his chest, taking a small step forward and batting her lashes at him. Bulma bit back another laugh as the gears in his brain started grinding obviously flipping through his mental book of earth customs, trying to figure out what it meant when a female earthling invaded your personal space bubble and remembered things like, oh, your name.
She could feel him tense, not in a show-offy way under her hand but in a ready-to-run-at-any-second way. She wonder if when someone touched you on his Saiyan planet it meant they were about to blow you up?
She knew he had some sort of ability to harness a small ball of energy in his hand, or so her father had told her. He could also supposedly fly and fight far beyond the abilities of any human. Not that she had seen him do any of these things. She had only met him for the first time two weeks ago despite hearing about the monkey-boy from her father several times.
"I do not understand what it is you want earth-woman." He told her gruffly, shoving her hand away then wincing as though ready for a blow but the girl with aqua hair merely folded her arms and pouted obviously. He once again looked alarmed. Clearly she was confusing him.
"I was only replying to your...obvious signals." She informed him with a small grin as it was her turn to flick her eyes down at him. He growled low in his throat in an impatient but not flirtatious way. She highly doubted he even knew what flirting even was.
"If I touch you it is only to silence your obnoxious tirade of useless comments, not because I want to give you the impression that I wish to...mate with you." This all said in his most haughty tone but the end became uncertain as she immediately rewarded him for his efforts by looking offended.
"Well clearly your efforts to silence me failed as I am still speaking AND I never said a single word about mating you vulgar male." Suddenly she threw her hands up in the air and stomped a couple steps away. "Of course, you're just like him, stupid, and...And thick headed! And COMPLETELY and TOTALLY hung up on sex! Honestly, is it not possible for a girl to just want some decent company?"
He looked totally disgruntled at this point. "Woman!" He barked but she continued to rant, waving her hands in the air, not noticing as he became further confused as her words started to make less and less sense and started to sound less and less like a language he understood as he stopped being able to focus.
All he knew all of a sudden was that she was very beautiful and very temperamental –and very like a Saiyan woman. He felt something stir inside him as he was reminded of one of the things his body craved -the touch of a woman.
One of the many things he could not obtain on this planet was a female strong enough to withstand him in more ways than one. He struggled for breath as it suddenly became very warm and his vision started to seem very narrow with room only for her. Lust had surfaced inside him and something more. Something that made his lungs like iron and his body seem weak and unattractive to himself.
"Woman!" This time his voice came out in a snarl, low and vicious, and almost satisfactory. She froze though, seeming frightened as he stared at something around his waistline and looked down suspiciously at himself...to see that a ball of flame red energy had burst from his palm and was crackling there, just waiting to be thrown.
It was just this offset that brought him back to himself, and he was aghast at himself. What had just been going through his head? Thoughts of mating with this pathetic human because for a moment she had seemed almost Saiyan in her anger? It disgusted him, and yet invigorated him.
Because no matter whether it had been raw power or his body taking over his wish to show off for this easily frightened earthling he had finally been able to create an energy ball which he had not yet been able to master despite remembering how he had done it as a child with ease.
Suddenly she let out a small strangled sound and he almost felt concerned. Okay, so maybe he felt just a little concerned for her. After all, despite being alien and sometimes cruel in comparison to these humans and emotional detached he did not wish to harm them unless they caused him harm.
After all he still needed them much as he hated to admit it. He could fly short distances, and was far more powerful than most humans but had there been any other Saiyans alive they would have laughed at how pitifully weak his was. Even a child could take him.
Someone with such weak Ki they could not create an energy ball! But some how...somehow this woman gave him that power. He stared at the ball in his hands and she noticed the way it made a light dance in his fathomless eyes, his small smirk still in place, obviously pleased with himself.
She saw his dark gaze and watched her life flash before her eyes. Mostly half finished inventions...lack of love life...goals she never accomplished...and she realized how depressing it all was. This realized, he could throw that energy ball at her any second and just like that, she'd be dead before she had a chance to scream...
A/U: So what do you all think?? I reallyyy want reviews because I'm not sure how much I like this story so far so I need to know what you guys think!
Happy Reviews = Happy Writer! Come on, you know you want to :D
