Transformed
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary
thing called love and feel the depth, the delight,
the ecstasy of it, you will discover that the world is transformed.
- J. Krishnamurti
I do not own Dragonball Z. If I did; do you think I'd be writing this?
This, of course, is a Bulma and Vejita romance story. If you do not care for them, please go suck a lemon! Just kidding! For the sake of my story, let's just say senzu beans don't exist, okay? Hope you enjoy! ************************************
"Kami! Why can't I do this!" Vejita dropped to the floor after an exhausting workout. Still not reaching the goal of Super Saiyan, he was nearing the end of his mental reserves.
The woman wasn't helping either. Her constant bickering about his lack of rest and relaxation was wearing on his last nerve. Sure, the woman had built his gravity room, but he had pestered her to the point where she didn't have much say in the matter.
It was a strange feeling to have her worried for him. Vejita had never had a 'friend' in his life; they were not on the top priority list on Freeza's ships. Nappa and Raditz were nothing more than assigned training partners to him. Then, when he came to Earth, it seemed that nearly all the humans were constantly surrounding themselves with one another.
The little things that the woman did to make Vejita's training day a bit easier made him start to tolerate the female more and more. Even though she would argue with him till the bitter end, she would always fix the machine when he asked, or make him a meal when he was hungry. Not saying her food was good or anything, but it was more than he was ever allowed to eat when he was in Freeza's company. Vejita shuddered at the remembrance of his viscous childhood. His kingdom had been robbed from him at a young age. He had been left to be a plaything of Freeza's only kept around to amuse him.
* Enough of this! I can't stray from my goals! * Vejita silently scorned himself for letting his mind wander. Suddenly, a whirring noise could be heard throughout the room and smoke slowly poured out of the central computer. A loud pop rang out, and the gravity suddenly became normal.
"DAMNIT! WOMAN!"
Bulma lifted her head from the folds of her arms. Vejita's voice rang out across the compound. * What does his majesty want now? * Bulma thought, with no real bitterness to it. Despite his attitude, Bulma couldn't really bring herself to hate Vejita. Sometimes, on extremely rare occasions, he wasn't that bad. In fact as of lately, he had been rather 'friendly' to her. Well, not exactly friendly, more like he just tolerated her better than in the past. He wouldn't cut her down when he could tell she had had a bad day. When Yamcha would come by to apologize for some careless act he performed like forgetting her birthday or, more importantly, cheating on her, Vejita would snarl about how 'That pathetic human is a waste of good flesh. I'd kill him if I weren't so busy training. Needless to say, Yamcha and Vejita did NOT get along.
She could feel herself and her beau slowly drift apart sense his resurrection on the planet. He wasn't a bad guy; it's just that he wasn't the guy for her. Now if only she could tell him...
"WOMAN! HAUL THAT WIDE ASS OF YOURS TO THE GRAVITY ROOM RIGHT NOW!" Vejita said, appearing at the doorway of her bedroom. He was still sweating from his intense workout, which had been rudely interrupted when it short-circuited. Bulma knew he was grouchy, because he lately had been trying to watch his language in front of her. Little things on his part showed that he was slowly trying to change...slowly.
Bulma's temperature automatically rose at Vejita's insult. "What is it your highness? You want me to polish your boots? Lick them perhaps?" Vejita looked at her dumbfounded, amazed that the woman would speak to him in such a sarcastic manner. "Baka onna! Your stupid machine is malfunctioning again. I demand that you fix it at once. I have training to do, and trust me, training is more important than whatever you are doing!" Bulma was on fire now. "How dare you call that machine stupid! It is a technological breakthrough! Me and my father worked hard on that thing, just to please you, jerk!" "Well, I don't care if you ran out and resurrected planet Vejita-sei to make me happy! I want that machine fixed, and I mean now!" Vejita bellowed. Bulma was practically on the verge of tears, but wasn't about to let Vejita see. "I'll just get my father to tend to it... I...I'm busy right now." Bulma said, her voice starting to crack. Vejita could sense her anxiety, and not knowing how to deal with simpering females, decided to leave. "Fine woman, I'll leave, but I expect it to be fixed within the hour." Vejita was beginning to doubt the wiseness of his decision of yelling at the blue haired woman as she slammed her door shut and flung herself on her bed. Sometimes, he could be almost kind, but at other times, he was an absolute monster. Perhaps she was only seeing the 'good' side of him because she was only. Sure, she had Yamcha, but he was only there for her in the flesh, but he couldn't compare to the fiery attitude of the saiyan prince...but that was nonsense. The only person that Vejita would ever watch out for would be number one, himself.
Bulma slowly pulled herself up off the bed. Going to fix the gravity room. She would rather her father do it, but she was sure that he had probably had a hectic day already.
Vejita flew onward, planning to shadow spar in a clearing up ahead. He landed softly, the dust settling from his boots. His thoughts drifted back to the yelling session he had with Bulma earlier. Why did he get angered so easily with her? * It's because I don't want to see her get hurt. I only know how to destroy. If she ever got close to me, I...I wouldn't know what to do."
Bulma positioned herself under the central computer with her tools in her hand. "I will fix you dangit1 Maybe then Vejita won't be so mad at me." She turned a bolt here, tighten a screw there, and as she pulled a lever, the machine whirred into life. Since Vejita had not turned off the gravity, it began to activate automatically. Bulma suddenly felt herself being pulled to the floor, the g's making her skin practically rip off of her body. * I... can't breathe.... This is how...I'm going to die... and I will never have told him...how much...I care...
Vejita...help me. *
Bwahahahahaha...Cliffhanger! Don't you love them! I should have the next part out soon! Hope everyone likes! Please review! I appreciate all comments. Ja ne, Miayu.
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary
thing called love and feel the depth, the delight,
the ecstasy of it, you will discover that the world is transformed.
- J. Krishnamurti
I do not own Dragonball Z. If I did; do you think I'd be writing this?
This, of course, is a Bulma and Vejita romance story. If you do not care for them, please go suck a lemon! Just kidding! For the sake of my story, let's just say senzu beans don't exist, okay? Hope you enjoy! ************************************
"Kami! Why can't I do this!" Vejita dropped to the floor after an exhausting workout. Still not reaching the goal of Super Saiyan, he was nearing the end of his mental reserves.
The woman wasn't helping either. Her constant bickering about his lack of rest and relaxation was wearing on his last nerve. Sure, the woman had built his gravity room, but he had pestered her to the point where she didn't have much say in the matter.
It was a strange feeling to have her worried for him. Vejita had never had a 'friend' in his life; they were not on the top priority list on Freeza's ships. Nappa and Raditz were nothing more than assigned training partners to him. Then, when he came to Earth, it seemed that nearly all the humans were constantly surrounding themselves with one another.
The little things that the woman did to make Vejita's training day a bit easier made him start to tolerate the female more and more. Even though she would argue with him till the bitter end, she would always fix the machine when he asked, or make him a meal when he was hungry. Not saying her food was good or anything, but it was more than he was ever allowed to eat when he was in Freeza's company. Vejita shuddered at the remembrance of his viscous childhood. His kingdom had been robbed from him at a young age. He had been left to be a plaything of Freeza's only kept around to amuse him.
* Enough of this! I can't stray from my goals! * Vejita silently scorned himself for letting his mind wander. Suddenly, a whirring noise could be heard throughout the room and smoke slowly poured out of the central computer. A loud pop rang out, and the gravity suddenly became normal.
"DAMNIT! WOMAN!"
Bulma lifted her head from the folds of her arms. Vejita's voice rang out across the compound. * What does his majesty want now? * Bulma thought, with no real bitterness to it. Despite his attitude, Bulma couldn't really bring herself to hate Vejita. Sometimes, on extremely rare occasions, he wasn't that bad. In fact as of lately, he had been rather 'friendly' to her. Well, not exactly friendly, more like he just tolerated her better than in the past. He wouldn't cut her down when he could tell she had had a bad day. When Yamcha would come by to apologize for some careless act he performed like forgetting her birthday or, more importantly, cheating on her, Vejita would snarl about how 'That pathetic human is a waste of good flesh. I'd kill him if I weren't so busy training. Needless to say, Yamcha and Vejita did NOT get along.
She could feel herself and her beau slowly drift apart sense his resurrection on the planet. He wasn't a bad guy; it's just that he wasn't the guy for her. Now if only she could tell him...
"WOMAN! HAUL THAT WIDE ASS OF YOURS TO THE GRAVITY ROOM RIGHT NOW!" Vejita said, appearing at the doorway of her bedroom. He was still sweating from his intense workout, which had been rudely interrupted when it short-circuited. Bulma knew he was grouchy, because he lately had been trying to watch his language in front of her. Little things on his part showed that he was slowly trying to change...slowly.
Bulma's temperature automatically rose at Vejita's insult. "What is it your highness? You want me to polish your boots? Lick them perhaps?" Vejita looked at her dumbfounded, amazed that the woman would speak to him in such a sarcastic manner. "Baka onna! Your stupid machine is malfunctioning again. I demand that you fix it at once. I have training to do, and trust me, training is more important than whatever you are doing!" Bulma was on fire now. "How dare you call that machine stupid! It is a technological breakthrough! Me and my father worked hard on that thing, just to please you, jerk!" "Well, I don't care if you ran out and resurrected planet Vejita-sei to make me happy! I want that machine fixed, and I mean now!" Vejita bellowed. Bulma was practically on the verge of tears, but wasn't about to let Vejita see. "I'll just get my father to tend to it... I...I'm busy right now." Bulma said, her voice starting to crack. Vejita could sense her anxiety, and not knowing how to deal with simpering females, decided to leave. "Fine woman, I'll leave, but I expect it to be fixed within the hour." Vejita was beginning to doubt the wiseness of his decision of yelling at the blue haired woman as she slammed her door shut and flung herself on her bed. Sometimes, he could be almost kind, but at other times, he was an absolute monster. Perhaps she was only seeing the 'good' side of him because she was only. Sure, she had Yamcha, but he was only there for her in the flesh, but he couldn't compare to the fiery attitude of the saiyan prince...but that was nonsense. The only person that Vejita would ever watch out for would be number one, himself.
Bulma slowly pulled herself up off the bed. Going to fix the gravity room. She would rather her father do it, but she was sure that he had probably had a hectic day already.
Vejita flew onward, planning to shadow spar in a clearing up ahead. He landed softly, the dust settling from his boots. His thoughts drifted back to the yelling session he had with Bulma earlier. Why did he get angered so easily with her? * It's because I don't want to see her get hurt. I only know how to destroy. If she ever got close to me, I...I wouldn't know what to do."
Bulma positioned herself under the central computer with her tools in her hand. "I will fix you dangit1 Maybe then Vejita won't be so mad at me." She turned a bolt here, tighten a screw there, and as she pulled a lever, the machine whirred into life. Since Vejita had not turned off the gravity, it began to activate automatically. Bulma suddenly felt herself being pulled to the floor, the g's making her skin practically rip off of her body. * I... can't breathe.... This is how...I'm going to die... and I will never have told him...how much...I care...
Vejita...help me. *
Bwahahahahaha...Cliffhanger! Don't you love them! I should have the next part out soon! Hope everyone likes! Please review! I appreciate all comments. Ja ne, Miayu.