WOOOOOOHOOOOO! I gots my 100th review- EVER on fanfiction.net! yatta! To celerbrate, I'm releasing this short, it's kinda sappy, and I don't blame you if you don't like it, it's my first EVER Bulma/Vegeta fic. Go ahead and read it-
This is based a little while after the buu saga, near the start of GT
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"GET OUT VEGETA" Bulma shouted for the umpteenth time at the man she felt like killing.
Vegeta growled, and reluctently obeyed, exiting the front of capsule corps and storming through the gardens, for the second time this week, he'd destroyed the gravity chamber...
"I never want to see you again! Kusoyarou!" Bulma didn't regret what she was calling Vegeta, this was the FINAL straw. He'd waltzed right into her office and demanded that she fix that 'blasted machine' She'd replied harshly, and angered him, he cursed at her, and the viscious circle ensued until that moment where she had thrown him out of the house.
She didn't realise it yet, but Vegeta felt hurt, yes it was true, the almighty prince of the Saiyans' hurt was sent into turmoil. He walked away, considering what he should do now... what else, he should go where he always goes when he felt heartbrocken, a secluded corner of the woods that even Kakarot did not know of.
Bulma, herself, turned to her mother, whom suplied her with delicious cream cakes. Her son and daughter had slipped off with Goten and Pan for a camping trip and no where in her vicinity, but even as the sweet and sugary delights tickled the mother of two's tongue, she could not rest. The look in Vegeta's eyes, it couldn't be true, she trooped through Capsule Corps to her own room, and to try and relieve her frustration. She accomplished this in the secluded way of cleaning the already spotless chamber.
It was an easy way for Bulma's mind to stop it's relentless calculations, and gave her no chance to reflect on her and her koibito's early argument, over fixing a mere machine. This factor came when, upon rearanging her blankets and pillows, Bulma discovered a secrete note, addessed to her, and therefore opening it, she discovered thus such poem...
I've treated you like Garbage,
I've thrown you on the ground,
I frighten you and spit at you,
yet you still 'stick around'
The woman was about to tear the paper up on the spot, it was so correct, but, she read on...
I've took from you a daughter,
and you bore our son too,
But you must know, Buruma,
It's from my love to you.
That was when Bulma felt angry, so angry at herself, the simple words of love, she knew it was from her, koi, her lover, Vegeta...
From the first day we did meet,
From our spiteful words,
A new world has spun it's web
A good rose like the birds
It was so true... they only said those things because they loved eachother so...
It captured me inside it,
and showed me to the light,
and that is when, Buruma,
I knew this love was right.
She began to whimper, warm tears rolling down her cheeks...
We did scream out our hate,
For the world to hear,
even Kakarot and his mate,
wished to not come near.
Why did she yell at him like that?...
But through those dark times lover,
You know this to be true,
She fell to her knees and cried, before she was encircled by loving arms...
"You're my queen, Buruma,
And I'm in love with you."