I don't own DBZ, but if I did, Vejita would be all mine! This story is a sort of A/U, but not really. You'll just have to read and see!! For the sake of my story, Vejita is telepathic! This is my first, so be gentle!
Dreams and Reality
Miayu
"Kami! What did I do to deserve this!?! To deserve him?!" Bulma muttered to no one in particular. She began to furiously pound on the innocent invention in her grasp. Yamcha had once again disappointed Bulma by severing their date that evening.
I really don't know why I'm so shocked. It's not like this is the first time he's done this* She began to pout to herself. * Well, I know this is extremely pathetic on my part, but I refuse to just sit here! I'm going to see what was more important than our date! *
With firm resolution, Bulma reached for her Capsule Corp. jacket and placed snugly on her shoulders. It was rather cold out, and it appeared it was about to rain.
As she slowly made her way to one of her capsule cars, she cast a sidelong glance in the direction of the Gravity Chamber. * Oh, Vejita. You work so hard. Please don't push yourself. * Bulma had strangely begun to worry about the heartless Saiyan warrior. It started out small enough, just a casual argument. Well, actually more like a yelling session. Once, in the midst of their arguing, they locked eyes.
Bulma looked away, but she could still feel his eyes on her.
What was he thinking? Why did she find herself wanting to know?
Bulma revved the engine to life, peeling out of her driveway. She hoped that she could still tail Yamcha.
Vejita peered out of small window of the Chamber, seeing the woman hesitate before heading of to her vehicle. She looked...sad. Why? The onna had no reason to be sad. Everything in her life was set. Well, except for one thing. That baka mate of hers. Vejita could smell deceit on him. The onna seemed totally oblivious to that fact. But why should he care? He was a prince of noble blood. He didn't have time to be concerned in her petty affairs. At least that's what he told himself.
Bulma had been following Yamcha's car for a full thirty minutes. * Where the heck is he going! * She took a long sip from her soft drink and let out a disgusted sigh. They were now entering into the downtown region of Satan City. * What could he possibly be doing here? None of his baseball pals live in this area. * Suddenly, Yamcha's car veered off into a restaurant parking lot. It was one of his and Bulma's favorite spots.
Bulma parked onto the adjoining street, pulling her jacket more tightly around her shoulders. Yamcha was now entering the building and she darted silently across the street. It had now begun to drizzle.
She knew that if she entered the building, she could draw attention to herself, and that was the last thing she wanted. Bulma opted instead to view the proceedings through the glass window in the front of the shop. What she then saw shocked her beyond all belief.
Yamcha was sitting at the bar, with a blonde.
It's not that Bulma minded him chatting politely with a friend, but his hands were all over her.
Moistness was creeping slowly from her eyes, from both the rain and her tears.
She was shell-shocked. She couldn't even remember were she had parked her car. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered. She began to stumble down the street, in a daze.
Why, oh Kami, why?? Was I so bad to him?! Did I treat so wrong that he had to seek shelter in another's arms?! * By now, Bulma was sobbing incoherently, gritting her teeth through her tears. She slowly sunk to her knees on the street corner.
It had begun to rain harder now. She didn't even register the weather, though. As Bulma sat on the street, admist all the now floating street debris and the sidewalk tramps, that is exactly what she felt like. A tramp.
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"Woman, where are you? I want my dinner!" Vejita didn't actually care for his meal; he just wanted to see the woman. Sure, she was as annoying as hell, but than again, so was he. He wouldn't admit it in a thousand years, but he did enjoy her company. Sometimes, she would be concerned about his training, or after a long day, she would fix him an extra large meal. * Silly sentimental humans. They always think it's the little things that matter. Well, I guess they're right. * Vejita was growing impatient, sitting at the table with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other. He couldn't locate her ki on C.C. grounds.
Where is she?
Ah yes, she's on a date with that pathetic male. But I do not remember her making prior engagements and she usually frills herself up when meeting him, but she wasn't this time. Kami! I sound like the woman's keeper! But, I do want my meal, so perhaps I'll trace her weak ki. * Rationalization set in on Vejita as he discovered himself actually worried. What was this? Vejita had killed and destroyed races of civilizations, and here he was fawning over some weak female?!
Vejita rolled his eyes at himself as he slowly headed out the door.
The wetness had totally penetrated her clothing. Bulma had lost all sense of direction. She didn't know where she was. She didn't care. Bulma just couldn't accept the fact that no matter how much you loved someone, they would always be right there to stab you in the back. * I thought that what we had was special. Yamcha was going to marry me! I...I...I thought he loved me! * She broke down once again, sobs wracking her body. The next thing she remembered was wrapped in warm arms.
Vejita had been hovering from above for a good bit now. * Where is she? Her ki seems even lower than normal. * Then he stopped. * What was that?! I since something...her! * Panic surged through the prince as he felt Bulma's ki slowly decreasing. "Oh, Kami..." Vejita murmured when he saw Bulma literally crumpled on the sidewalk. Before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped Bulma up in his arms and flew as fast as he thought she could handle back towards Capsule Corporation.
Vejita just sat there staring at her. He had set Bulma on her bed and draped a blanket over her prone form. * What happened? Was it that bastard again? Why was she just lying there? How could Yamcha do anything to harm her? Kami, if she was my mate... Kuso! What am I thinking?! *Vejita was plagued with all these unanswered questions. A thought crossed his mind, but he shrugged it off. * If the woman ever found out, she would kill me...or at least try. * But now he was so intrigued by the idea he couldn't shrug it off.
When Vejita was younger, he discovered he was a telepath. Only a handful of the noblest warriors possessed that power, and he was of the few. When he was younger, he used his ability all the time, but as he aged, he learned that sometimes he heard and saw things that he shouldn't. Things that were hurtful. Painful... But Vejita found he had no restraint. He wanted to know what had happened...and what the woman thought of him.
He lightly touched Bulma's damp arm and channeled his thoughts to focus on her mind. He closed his eyes and found himself lost...in the dreams of Bulma.
Vejita slowly opened his eyes. Immediately he wished he hadn't. A blinding white shocked his senses. He suddenly realized it was snowing. But the strange thing was, it wasn't snowing cold flakes, it was snowing white feathers. * What the hell? * Vejita thought. He suddenly remembered where he was. * Now, to find that woman...
How do you like it so far? Should I continue, or crawl under a rock? I would love it if you would review and dish out constructive criticism, but no flames please! (I am waaaaay to overly emotional) This story should have about for chapters if I continue! (Bear with me please, it's three in the morning, I'm so sleepy) Please review!!!!! Luv, Miayu
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Dreams and Reality
Miayu
"Kami! What did I do to deserve this!?! To deserve him?!" Bulma muttered to no one in particular. She began to furiously pound on the innocent invention in her grasp. Yamcha had once again disappointed Bulma by severing their date that evening.
I really don't know why I'm so shocked. It's not like this is the first time he's done this* She began to pout to herself. * Well, I know this is extremely pathetic on my part, but I refuse to just sit here! I'm going to see what was more important than our date! *
With firm resolution, Bulma reached for her Capsule Corp. jacket and placed snugly on her shoulders. It was rather cold out, and it appeared it was about to rain.
As she slowly made her way to one of her capsule cars, she cast a sidelong glance in the direction of the Gravity Chamber. * Oh, Vejita. You work so hard. Please don't push yourself. * Bulma had strangely begun to worry about the heartless Saiyan warrior. It started out small enough, just a casual argument. Well, actually more like a yelling session. Once, in the midst of their arguing, they locked eyes.
Bulma looked away, but she could still feel his eyes on her.
What was he thinking? Why did she find herself wanting to know?
Bulma revved the engine to life, peeling out of her driveway. She hoped that she could still tail Yamcha.
Vejita peered out of small window of the Chamber, seeing the woman hesitate before heading of to her vehicle. She looked...sad. Why? The onna had no reason to be sad. Everything in her life was set. Well, except for one thing. That baka mate of hers. Vejita could smell deceit on him. The onna seemed totally oblivious to that fact. But why should he care? He was a prince of noble blood. He didn't have time to be concerned in her petty affairs. At least that's what he told himself.
Bulma had been following Yamcha's car for a full thirty minutes. * Where the heck is he going! * She took a long sip from her soft drink and let out a disgusted sigh. They were now entering into the downtown region of Satan City. * What could he possibly be doing here? None of his baseball pals live in this area. * Suddenly, Yamcha's car veered off into a restaurant parking lot. It was one of his and Bulma's favorite spots.
Bulma parked onto the adjoining street, pulling her jacket more tightly around her shoulders. Yamcha was now entering the building and she darted silently across the street. It had now begun to drizzle.
She knew that if she entered the building, she could draw attention to herself, and that was the last thing she wanted. Bulma opted instead to view the proceedings through the glass window in the front of the shop. What she then saw shocked her beyond all belief.
Yamcha was sitting at the bar, with a blonde.
It's not that Bulma minded him chatting politely with a friend, but his hands were all over her.
Moistness was creeping slowly from her eyes, from both the rain and her tears.
She was shell-shocked. She couldn't even remember were she had parked her car. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered. She began to stumble down the street, in a daze.
Why, oh Kami, why?? Was I so bad to him?! Did I treat so wrong that he had to seek shelter in another's arms?! * By now, Bulma was sobbing incoherently, gritting her teeth through her tears. She slowly sunk to her knees on the street corner.
It had begun to rain harder now. She didn't even register the weather, though. As Bulma sat on the street, admist all the now floating street debris and the sidewalk tramps, that is exactly what she felt like. A tramp.
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"Woman, where are you? I want my dinner!" Vejita didn't actually care for his meal; he just wanted to see the woman. Sure, she was as annoying as hell, but than again, so was he. He wouldn't admit it in a thousand years, but he did enjoy her company. Sometimes, she would be concerned about his training, or after a long day, she would fix him an extra large meal. * Silly sentimental humans. They always think it's the little things that matter. Well, I guess they're right. * Vejita was growing impatient, sitting at the table with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other. He couldn't locate her ki on C.C. grounds.
Where is she?
Ah yes, she's on a date with that pathetic male. But I do not remember her making prior engagements and she usually frills herself up when meeting him, but she wasn't this time. Kami! I sound like the woman's keeper! But, I do want my meal, so perhaps I'll trace her weak ki. * Rationalization set in on Vejita as he discovered himself actually worried. What was this? Vejita had killed and destroyed races of civilizations, and here he was fawning over some weak female?!
Vejita rolled his eyes at himself as he slowly headed out the door.
The wetness had totally penetrated her clothing. Bulma had lost all sense of direction. She didn't know where she was. She didn't care. Bulma just couldn't accept the fact that no matter how much you loved someone, they would always be right there to stab you in the back. * I thought that what we had was special. Yamcha was going to marry me! I...I...I thought he loved me! * She broke down once again, sobs wracking her body. The next thing she remembered was wrapped in warm arms.
Vejita had been hovering from above for a good bit now. * Where is she? Her ki seems even lower than normal. * Then he stopped. * What was that?! I since something...her! * Panic surged through the prince as he felt Bulma's ki slowly decreasing. "Oh, Kami..." Vejita murmured when he saw Bulma literally crumpled on the sidewalk. Before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped Bulma up in his arms and flew as fast as he thought she could handle back towards Capsule Corporation.
Vejita just sat there staring at her. He had set Bulma on her bed and draped a blanket over her prone form. * What happened? Was it that bastard again? Why was she just lying there? How could Yamcha do anything to harm her? Kami, if she was my mate... Kuso! What am I thinking?! *Vejita was plagued with all these unanswered questions. A thought crossed his mind, but he shrugged it off. * If the woman ever found out, she would kill me...or at least try. * But now he was so intrigued by the idea he couldn't shrug it off.
When Vejita was younger, he discovered he was a telepath. Only a handful of the noblest warriors possessed that power, and he was of the few. When he was younger, he used his ability all the time, but as he aged, he learned that sometimes he heard and saw things that he shouldn't. Things that were hurtful. Painful... But Vejita found he had no restraint. He wanted to know what had happened...and what the woman thought of him.
He lightly touched Bulma's damp arm and channeled his thoughts to focus on her mind. He closed his eyes and found himself lost...in the dreams of Bulma.
Vejita slowly opened his eyes. Immediately he wished he hadn't. A blinding white shocked his senses. He suddenly realized it was snowing. But the strange thing was, it wasn't snowing cold flakes, it was snowing white feathers. * What the hell? * Vejita thought. He suddenly remembered where he was. * Now, to find that woman...
How do you like it so far? Should I continue, or crawl under a rock? I would love it if you would review and dish out constructive criticism, but no flames please! (I am waaaaay to overly emotional) This story should have about for chapters if I continue! (Bear with me please, it's three in the morning, I'm so sleepy) Please review!!!!! Luv, Miayu
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