Hi all! Yup! You guessed it, Chapter 11 is here!!: As you know this is my
first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like…. So totally excited here!!
Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Well, as you might have
guessed it…I am not through yet! I have so much more to go till this ficcy
is done!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher", please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^
AN: Thanks to for all those who sent in 52+ reviews! @_@ I am so happy! Thank you guys! You are so nice. You peeps are sooooooo nice!! And just a slight warning, this chappy may or not be a little OOC. ^_~ I will try to keep it in char as much as I can!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001-2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Eleven
RING RING
Bulma mumbled as the annoying ringing of the phone rang through her ears, awaking her from her slumber. Bulma groaned as she picked up the phone after its fourth ring.
"Hello" she said still half asleep.
"Hello…are you Ms. Briefs?" A young woman asked from the other side of the phone.
"Yes, who is this?" Bulma asked, sitting up in her king-size bed.
"My name is Yolanda. I'm calling from West City Union Hospital on behalf of Rosa, Yamcha's maid," she said in a professional like manner.
Bulma's heart skipped a beat, "What about him Yolanda?" she said, her voice a little shaky.
Yolanda sighed slightly, "I'm afraid that he was found half dead in critical condition this morning"
Bulma gasped, feeling a slight twinge of guilt. "What happened to him?" she practically cried out.
Yolanda hated to be the one to bring the news, but it was her job. "Well, when the maid found him, he was in a blood mess on his bedroom floor. His cloths were torn in several different places. He had multiple cuts and gashes. The doctor is with the patient now. The maid requested that you come. She said that you are his girlfriend, correct?"
Bulma gulped, "Yea…well, I was, but we broke up just last night." Then she added, "Shall I come anyway. He is my friend"
Yolanda nodded on her end, but said instead, "Yes. Please do. The maid is here and she is in hysterics"
Bulma nodded, "Alright, I'll be right there" then she said, "Thank you. Bye"
Yolanda said bye and hung up.
Bulma, now fully awake, rushed into the bathroom to get ready.
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Meanwhile outside Bulma's bedroom, Vegeta stood outside Bulma's door. He smirked. 'Serves the baka right for hurting the woman' But yet, he didn't understand the onna's reaction. 'Why did she continue to be his friend' Vegeta smirked. 'He's weak, a player, and a pathetic fighter. Kami knows why he lived' Vegeta knew the dang onna deserved better and it was about time she got it. Vegeta snapped his head. Why should he care!!? But he did. He truly felt for this noisy baka onna who constantly plagued his thoughts and caused him to feel. 'Dang her!' he clutched his fist, wishing to destroy the onna for causing him to feel, but he knew he couldn't. He admitted to himself he would miss her courage, her anger, her intelligence, her comebacks, and her fighting nature.
'Why did she have to be so Saiyan-like! Dang her!'
All he could think about was taking her into her arms and capturing her lips in hers and making her his for life. 'Dang her!' he curse himself for thinking those thoughts. Sudden, his thoughts were interrupted but Bulma coming out fully dressed. When Bulma saw him standing there, in front of her doorway, she was shocked but her shocked soon wore off when the mighty Saiyan Prince growled and crossed his arms.
Bulma frowned, "What do you want baka? I have to go. If you want your breakfast, ask my mother. After all, she is better chef then I am," she pointed out dryly, trying to avoid the Prince as much as she could.
Vegeta growled, feeling himself heat up in anger, but he was amused. He wanted to drive her to anger, so he said, "Good. Because you're cooking is atrocious." He smirked as he saw her flame in anger.
"Then why do you eat it baka!!?" she hissed.
He smirked, in his usual stand. Arms crossed, feet slightly apart. He looked down at the baka woman who was standing mere inches from his own body. "Because onna…your mother is not around to cook all the time. She usually off with your horny father. So, unfortunately I have to choke down burned pieces of something that you call food!" he's amused smirk was wider as he saw her anger rise higher past its own limits.
Bulma growled, "You dumb butt, selfish, arrogant, sorry excuse for a man!" she proceed to slap him, but her hand was caught effortlessly in the hand of Vegeta. "Let go!" she ordered, trying to break free. But to her disappointment, he held fast.
Vegeta sniffed the air, smelling her rage. Oh how he loved this smell. It was so much like a Saiyan that he could taste it. He loved every second she tired to get out his grasp. He held tightly, wanting to take in her sent that lingered in the air. It was a mix of rage, hatred, and…what? Vegeta blinked. It was desire. He was shocked to pick that up. He thought the woman completely hated him. Vegeta smirked. 'Maybe theirs hope for future torture after all' he thought, he couldn't wait to anger her further.
Bulma glared up at Vegeta, she was about to scream at him and delight when he winched in pain from her screams, but what she saw in his eyes was unbelievable!
She saw desire, amusement, and a need. But it quickly vanished as she was shocked at what happened next. He gently lifted her hand to his lips, his soft wanting lips to his lips and kissed it softly. Bulma was floored. She never expected this for him! To actually lower his pride and arrogance to show a soft side. It was beyond all belief. She, herself, would have never believed it if she just merely heard it from someone.
But to her disappointment, holding back the urge to whimper, he let go of her hand and walked off, leaving her there standing in the hallway. Bulma stood there for the longest time. Staring ahead of her still in shock and disbelief. Was her imagination? Did he actually show feelings? Vegeta, the mighty Prince who destroyed many without remorse actually showed a shred of feelings? This took her by surprise. She had no idea he was capable of such a thing. After all, she only saw was anger, arrogance, hatred, and an over indulged ego coming from this man. But when she looked into his eyes, just a few minutes ago, she could have sworn she saw a hint of softness.
Bulma finally came to her senses, but was still thinking about Vegeta as she slowly made her way down the stairs and outside to her hover car.
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Showering was one of the many things enjoyable. To lie under the hot water was a relaxing experience that Vegeta often took his time in. Standing under the spraying water, Vegeta allowed the soft drops to caress his sore skin from his days' work out.
Vegeta bowed his head, letting the water cascade upon his head and back. His thoughts during showers were usually on how to defeat Kakkarot, but not this time. Because his once thoughts of dominance, were now being bombarded by the images and thoughts about the weak human that called herself Bulma. That blasted woman was always horning her way in somehow. He growled. He saw her everywhere he went. When he was in the kitchen…she was there! When he was just walking into a room, she was there doing something to make him excited. He gritted his teeth. He would always curse himself over and over again, but to his frustrating dismay, she would always interrupted his thoughts with her gorgeous face.
Vegeta growled as he stepped out. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he went into his room and changed into boxers and a sleeveless shirt. Crawling into his king-size bed, he pulled the covers up to his chin and settled. But the moment he closed his eyes, he saw her face. He would see images of her gorgeous face, her curves, and her sweet smile. He feel into a dreamless sleep, with the stupid baka onna on his plagued mind.
Meanwhile…
When Bulma walked into the room Yamcha was being held in, she was shocked to see him. He was hooked up to monitors all three different kinds. But that's not what shocked her the most. From what the doctor said, he was in total a coma, but when she looked upon him, she was shocked to see him thrashing around in the bed, crying out in a somewhat loud voice.
"He's coming. He's coming to kill us all"
Hi all you peeps who waited so patiently. I am sorry this chappy is a cliffhanger, but I couldn't resist! Tehehe! ^_~ Gomen for this boring chappy, but I didn't know what to do. But what did you think of it!!? Boring? Good? More!!? Wha!!? Let me know through either e-mail (jcfreak20@hotmail.com) or though reviews! R/R most welcome! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher", please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^
AN: Thanks to for all those who sent in 52+ reviews! @_@ I am so happy! Thank you guys! You are so nice. You peeps are sooooooo nice!! And just a slight warning, this chappy may or not be a little OOC. ^_~ I will try to keep it in char as much as I can!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001-2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Eleven
RING RING
Bulma mumbled as the annoying ringing of the phone rang through her ears, awaking her from her slumber. Bulma groaned as she picked up the phone after its fourth ring.
"Hello" she said still half asleep.
"Hello…are you Ms. Briefs?" A young woman asked from the other side of the phone.
"Yes, who is this?" Bulma asked, sitting up in her king-size bed.
"My name is Yolanda. I'm calling from West City Union Hospital on behalf of Rosa, Yamcha's maid," she said in a professional like manner.
Bulma's heart skipped a beat, "What about him Yolanda?" she said, her voice a little shaky.
Yolanda sighed slightly, "I'm afraid that he was found half dead in critical condition this morning"
Bulma gasped, feeling a slight twinge of guilt. "What happened to him?" she practically cried out.
Yolanda hated to be the one to bring the news, but it was her job. "Well, when the maid found him, he was in a blood mess on his bedroom floor. His cloths were torn in several different places. He had multiple cuts and gashes. The doctor is with the patient now. The maid requested that you come. She said that you are his girlfriend, correct?"
Bulma gulped, "Yea…well, I was, but we broke up just last night." Then she added, "Shall I come anyway. He is my friend"
Yolanda nodded on her end, but said instead, "Yes. Please do. The maid is here and she is in hysterics"
Bulma nodded, "Alright, I'll be right there" then she said, "Thank you. Bye"
Yolanda said bye and hung up.
Bulma, now fully awake, rushed into the bathroom to get ready.
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Meanwhile outside Bulma's bedroom, Vegeta stood outside Bulma's door. He smirked. 'Serves the baka right for hurting the woman' But yet, he didn't understand the onna's reaction. 'Why did she continue to be his friend' Vegeta smirked. 'He's weak, a player, and a pathetic fighter. Kami knows why he lived' Vegeta knew the dang onna deserved better and it was about time she got it. Vegeta snapped his head. Why should he care!!? But he did. He truly felt for this noisy baka onna who constantly plagued his thoughts and caused him to feel. 'Dang her!' he clutched his fist, wishing to destroy the onna for causing him to feel, but he knew he couldn't. He admitted to himself he would miss her courage, her anger, her intelligence, her comebacks, and her fighting nature.
'Why did she have to be so Saiyan-like! Dang her!'
All he could think about was taking her into her arms and capturing her lips in hers and making her his for life. 'Dang her!' he curse himself for thinking those thoughts. Sudden, his thoughts were interrupted but Bulma coming out fully dressed. When Bulma saw him standing there, in front of her doorway, she was shocked but her shocked soon wore off when the mighty Saiyan Prince growled and crossed his arms.
Bulma frowned, "What do you want baka? I have to go. If you want your breakfast, ask my mother. After all, she is better chef then I am," she pointed out dryly, trying to avoid the Prince as much as she could.
Vegeta growled, feeling himself heat up in anger, but he was amused. He wanted to drive her to anger, so he said, "Good. Because you're cooking is atrocious." He smirked as he saw her flame in anger.
"Then why do you eat it baka!!?" she hissed.
He smirked, in his usual stand. Arms crossed, feet slightly apart. He looked down at the baka woman who was standing mere inches from his own body. "Because onna…your mother is not around to cook all the time. She usually off with your horny father. So, unfortunately I have to choke down burned pieces of something that you call food!" he's amused smirk was wider as he saw her anger rise higher past its own limits.
Bulma growled, "You dumb butt, selfish, arrogant, sorry excuse for a man!" she proceed to slap him, but her hand was caught effortlessly in the hand of Vegeta. "Let go!" she ordered, trying to break free. But to her disappointment, he held fast.
Vegeta sniffed the air, smelling her rage. Oh how he loved this smell. It was so much like a Saiyan that he could taste it. He loved every second she tired to get out his grasp. He held tightly, wanting to take in her sent that lingered in the air. It was a mix of rage, hatred, and…what? Vegeta blinked. It was desire. He was shocked to pick that up. He thought the woman completely hated him. Vegeta smirked. 'Maybe theirs hope for future torture after all' he thought, he couldn't wait to anger her further.
Bulma glared up at Vegeta, she was about to scream at him and delight when he winched in pain from her screams, but what she saw in his eyes was unbelievable!
She saw desire, amusement, and a need. But it quickly vanished as she was shocked at what happened next. He gently lifted her hand to his lips, his soft wanting lips to his lips and kissed it softly. Bulma was floored. She never expected this for him! To actually lower his pride and arrogance to show a soft side. It was beyond all belief. She, herself, would have never believed it if she just merely heard it from someone.
But to her disappointment, holding back the urge to whimper, he let go of her hand and walked off, leaving her there standing in the hallway. Bulma stood there for the longest time. Staring ahead of her still in shock and disbelief. Was her imagination? Did he actually show feelings? Vegeta, the mighty Prince who destroyed many without remorse actually showed a shred of feelings? This took her by surprise. She had no idea he was capable of such a thing. After all, she only saw was anger, arrogance, hatred, and an over indulged ego coming from this man. But when she looked into his eyes, just a few minutes ago, she could have sworn she saw a hint of softness.
Bulma finally came to her senses, but was still thinking about Vegeta as she slowly made her way down the stairs and outside to her hover car.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Showering was one of the many things enjoyable. To lie under the hot water was a relaxing experience that Vegeta often took his time in. Standing under the spraying water, Vegeta allowed the soft drops to caress his sore skin from his days' work out.
Vegeta bowed his head, letting the water cascade upon his head and back. His thoughts during showers were usually on how to defeat Kakkarot, but not this time. Because his once thoughts of dominance, were now being bombarded by the images and thoughts about the weak human that called herself Bulma. That blasted woman was always horning her way in somehow. He growled. He saw her everywhere he went. When he was in the kitchen…she was there! When he was just walking into a room, she was there doing something to make him excited. He gritted his teeth. He would always curse himself over and over again, but to his frustrating dismay, she would always interrupted his thoughts with her gorgeous face.
Vegeta growled as he stepped out. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he went into his room and changed into boxers and a sleeveless shirt. Crawling into his king-size bed, he pulled the covers up to his chin and settled. But the moment he closed his eyes, he saw her face. He would see images of her gorgeous face, her curves, and her sweet smile. He feel into a dreamless sleep, with the stupid baka onna on his plagued mind.
Meanwhile…
When Bulma walked into the room Yamcha was being held in, she was shocked to see him. He was hooked up to monitors all three different kinds. But that's not what shocked her the most. From what the doctor said, he was in total a coma, but when she looked upon him, she was shocked to see him thrashing around in the bed, crying out in a somewhat loud voice.
"He's coming. He's coming to kill us all"
Hi all you peeps who waited so patiently. I am sorry this chappy is a cliffhanger, but I couldn't resist! Tehehe! ^_~ Gomen for this boring chappy, but I didn't know what to do. But what did you think of it!!? Boring? Good? More!!? Wha!!? Let me know through either e-mail (jcfreak20@hotmail.com) or though reviews! R/R most welcome! ^_^
