***Alright everyone, this is the last chapter of Bulma and Vegeta. I'll totally take suggestions on
other stories you may wanna read, but I really should get back to my major fanfic. Enjoy, and
PLEASE review!***
Vegeta growled as he took in the scene in front of him. Three men were slowly making
their way toward the woman. In a flash he stood beside her, in the exact same stance that she was
in. Her eyes widened as she saw him, and as quickly as she could was stepped in behind him.
"What's wrong, woman? Can't take care of these worms yourself?" He sneered at her.
She swatted the back of his head and he chuckled. Relief spread over her as soon as she saw
Vegeta at her side. The men in front of them stopped in their tracks. Where did this little punk
come from?
"Hey! Shorty! Go and get your own woman!" The largest man yelled at the Saiyan
Prince. Vegeta sneered at him, his ki level quickly rising. Anger soon took the place of
amusement as the man with the knife lunged at Bulma. Vegeta powered up, and a wave of energy
shot the man backwards, into the truck. Bulma stepped back from the powerful Saiyan, she knew
that he wasn't close to finished.
"The woman is mine." Vegeta growled. Bulma was shocked. He...he still wanted her?
He forgave her? Bulma frowned, what if she didn't forgive him? What if she didn't want to be
his?
"Look mister, I do not enjoy being treated as a piece of meat here. I..." Bulma was cut
off as Vegeta threw a nasty glare over his shoulder.
"Not now, woman." The Saiyan snarled at her. Bulma huffed and crossed her arms in
front of her.
"Jerk." She said under her breath. Vegeta chuckled again. The woman was back to
normal.
"Hey, yo! We're over here shorty! An' whatever ya did ta Al here, yer gonna pay for it."
The driver of the truck screamed at Vegeta. He was scared, the crackle in his voice gave it away.
"Oh, really?" Vegeta grinned as he straightened. He looked at the old beaten up truck
and pointed at it. The tip of his index finger took on a bright white glow and a lazer shot from it
straight through the truck, into the gas tank. The men took two steps before the truck exploded
into a ball of flames behind them. Groaning, they laid in a crumpled heap on the ground. Vegeta
turned around to face Bulma, who looked at him nervously. She stayed perfectly still as he pulled
the earphones down to her neck.
"Long Way Down, huh?" He said, looking straight into her blue eyes.
"Y-yeah. H-how did you..." Bulma was cut off as Vegeta scooped her up in his arms as
he flew into the air.
"WOAH!" Bulma cried, wrapping her arms around Vegeta's muscled neck. In seconds
they were back at the house. Vegeta landed at the front door, but never made any move to set
Bulma on her feet. She grinned at him, running her hands down his muscular back.
"So what was this about me being yours?" Bulma growled as she shifted in his arms. She
stared into his eyes, forcing him to look back.
"That is what I said, woman." Vegeta growled back. Bulma's eyes took on a
mischievous glow.
"Does that mean you're mine?" She teased, already knowing the answer.
"Never. I am no one's." Vegeta glared at her. She smiled a half smile and pulled herself
toward him.
"You sure about that?" She whispered as she brushed her lips against his. He smothered
her lips with his, grinning all the while. When he finally pulled away, Bulma was out of breath.
He smirked at her as he walked through the front door.
"Yes. I am sure about that." He grinned at her as he kicked the door closed behind him.
* * *
Waking in the cool darkness of Vegeta's room, Bulma immediately realized that
something was wrong. Her Saiyan Prince was gone.
"Oh...not again." Bulma groaned as she forced herself to stand. She winced as the cut on
her leg once again opened up, and she blushed as she remembered Vegeta cleaning the wound...
with his tongue. Blood sprang forth of the cut again, and she slipped into her shorts and hoodie.
Walking down the stairs, she went into the kitchen, pulling out the first aid kit. She cleaned the
wound and dressed it herself, all the while wondering where Vegeta was. She didn't really know
what the actual time was, but the sun was dipping below the horizon, so she knew that night was
well on its way. Her head snapped up as she heard a large explosion, and she soon forgot the pain
in her leg as she ran out the front door. There was a fire to the north, where she was attacked by
those disgusting men. As another explosion sounded, Bulma knew what was happening.
"Oh, Vegeta." She groaned. Sighing, she knew that she couldn't do anything about it.
Going back into the house, she put the kettle on the stove and pulled the teapot out of the
cupboard. Sitting down at the table, she heard the front door open and close. She watched as
Vegeta walked into the kitchen and stopped at the doorway. He was expecting her to yell at him.
She kept her eyes on her cup in front of her.
"You killed them, didn't you?" Bulma said quietly.
"Of course." Vegeta answered, still not able to gauge how Bulma felt about it. He huffed
and crossed his arms. "I'm not going to apologize for it." He growled.
"I don't expect you to." Bulma said quietly. Vegeta's brow furrowed. He didn't know if
she approved of him killing those rats or not.
"I am not that idiot Kakkorott. I am not so forgiving. I will not show such weakness to
anyone that would threaten my mate." Vegeta growled.
"I know." Bulma answered simply.
"Then why don't you say something, woman?" Her silence was infuriating. She looked
up at him and smiled. She stood up and wrapped her arms around him, burying her head in his
chest.
"You are mine, just as I am yours." She whispered. He shook his head and wrapped his
arms around her tiny frame.
"I hate you, woman." He said softly.
"I hate you too, Prince." Bulma teased as she stepped in closer to him.
****Okay all, hoped you liked this one! I really have to go back to writing my other fanfic now.
Really. Please review! Oh, yeah, and Saiyanjim, I will get you little man! I got that e-mail that
you sent. Us Saskatchewan girls ain't all hicks. You are going down buddy! To all others, thanx
for reading!****