It was a normal day at the Capsule Corporation. The birds were singing,
workers were getting hired and fired, dinosaurs roamed the halls, and Bulma
and Vegeta were arguing.
"Are you done fixing this heap of scrap metal yet woman?" an irritated Vegeta asked.
"Well if you were a little less reckless with it maybe it wouldn't break as much." Bulma answered, rewiring a few more circuits in the gravity chamber.
"Hmph, and if you were a better inventor maybe you could come up with a machine that wouldn't malfunction every five minutes!" he replied.
"Oh, why don't you go invent a new personality, prince pompous ass!" she growled.
"Hmph, the day you cook a decent meal, I'll consider it." He retorted.
Bulma slowly put her monkey wrench down and stood up. "Okay, that's it! You want a gravity chamber upgrade so bad? You do it yourself!" she snorted turning on her heels to storm out of the room.
"Fine and when the androids arrive, I'll be sure you and all your weakling friends can die together because I sure as hell won't stick around for it." He answered.
Bulma halted in her tracks, he was right. Jerk or not, she needed Vegeta to get stronger, it was a matter of life or death.
"Grr…FINE! I'll fix your damn gravity machine, your majesty!"she said in a mocking tone, walking back to the controls of the chamber. She picked up her monkey wrench telling herself, "It's alright Bulma, just one more year and he'll be out of your hair…just one more…"
"Why is this taking so long woman?! We're wasting valuable time!" Vegeta interjected. He smirked as he watched her fume. It was strange how he took pleasure in such a thing. He enjoyed getting her angry even more than blasting those worker drones of hers. Yes, he was starting to like this planet, maybe he'd stick around a tad longer after he destroyed the androids and beat Kakarot.
He looked out the small window and scowled. He had inkling something was wrong, he could feel a dramatic drop in the namek's chi. His teeth slowly bared and began to growl softly.
"Just one more…ah…there we go!" she said pressing a final button, "There all done!" Bulma proudly stepped back and admired her work," Don't break it this time lug head." There was something about finishing a job that put Bulma in a good mood even if it was a job for Vegeta. Although, she had to admit the guy was pretty cute, with that scowl of his. She was about to leave when she heard a growling sound, at first she feared one of the animals had escaped. Until she turned around and saw the look on Vegeta's face. "Uh…are you okay?" she gulped.
Broken out of his trance, Vegeta looked back at her and scowled, "woman prepare me a meal, I've decided to eat before I resume my training."
Bulma crossed her arms, an angry look now on her face, "This is what I get for being nice…make your own damn meals! I'm not your fricken' hand maiden!"
"Hmph, I'm Saiyajin royalty, I won't lower myself to perform such a menial task." He scoffed.
"You insufferable jerk!" Bulma fumed, stomping her leg.
"Less talking more cooking baka onna." He answered.
She couldn't take it anymore, androids or no androids, Vegeta had this coming to him. She walked up to him and went to slap in the face. He caught her hand and held it as she struggled to break free, earning a laugh from him," You'll have to be quicker than that woman."
"You bastard! Let me go!" she yelled trying to slap him with her free hand. Much to Bulma's chagrin however, he also caught her other hand.
"Well, well no hands left to slap with?" he chuckled.
Bulma growled in her throat growing hotter by the minute," Let me go Vegeta."
"Make me." He answered staring at her for what seemed like an eternity. Bulma realized suddenly her cheeks were growing hot and her heart was beating faster. His ebony eyes were hypnotizing and she felt herself being drawn into them.
RING!!
The ring of the phone broke Bulma out of his enchanting trance.
"Vegeta, I have to answer the phone…" she whispered.
"Let it ring." He purred, Bulma was taken aback by the change in his voice. He had an almost playful look in his eyes.
"Veg…" she was cut off as she felt the Saiyajin prince's lips pressed hotly against hers. After recovering from the initial shock, she found herself kissing back..
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Chi-Chi paced around her kitchen nervously twirling the cord of her phone. "Come on Bulma, pick up! Pick up! Pick up!" Her Goku wasn't getting any better and she was beginning to fear that the heart virus had morphed.
She peeked into the living room, where Goku's makeshift sick bed lay. He was still struggling in his unconscious state; she couldn't take seeing him suffer like this. After the 81st ring, she decided to hang up and try again later. "Why the hell doesn't she have an answering machine?!" Chi-Chi lamented, as she got another cold cloth to put on her husband forehead.
"AHHHHH!" she cringed at his screams, if only there was a way to take away his pain. She hurriedly knelt by his side and switched the cloth on his head with a colder one. He looked horrible, his skin was so hot and pale and his face was scrunched into the most painful expression. She patted his face with cool cloth, "Come on Goku darling, you can pull through this, I know you can."
"AHHHHH!" he screamed again almost sitting up. Chi-Chi soothed him back down, he was having a nightmare she realized.
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In Goku's subconscious, everything was dark and a sense of uneasiness hung heavy in the air. He shifted about confused, sure something was about to pounce on him.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, a blinding light seared in front of him, blinding him. All he heard was Chi-Chi's cries from the other side of the light," My poor Gohan! How could this happen?!"
"Chi-Chi? What's wrong with Gohan?!" Goku called to her, trying to see through the searing light. He tried running through the light, but her voice continued to grow fainter and fainter until he heard her shriek and then nothing…
"No! Chi-Chi!" he called still trying to locate her.
"Well Goku, Are you ready to join the rest of your family?" a boisterous voice called ahead of him.
"Who are you?!" he responded.
"You're executioner!" the voice growled.
Goku winced into the light, seeing two figures in front of him, a young boy with a red kerchief and black hair and pretty blonde girl. Their eyes were so cold…so…
"The androids…" he whispered.
"Why yes Goku, you're a regular Sherlock Holmes. Sis, give the man a prize," the boy laughed.
"With pleasure," she gleed, roughly grabbing Goku's shoulder and punching through his chest. He keeled over, looking up at the girl, he saw her holding something-bright red in her bloody grasp. "Here, you might need this." She said throwing it on the ground. He looked down at it….it was his heart.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
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Chi-Chi grimaced as she held the last pill of the heart medication. "Well Goku dear, I pray this will hold out until I get in touch with Bulma." She said giving it to him.
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Vegeta's eye's slid shut as he drew Bulma closer to him. Yes, he had decidedly taken a liking to this earth female, even if he left this planet later on; he would take her with him. Maybe this woman could bring him the happiness he had longed for, wanted and craved for, for so long…
His mind began to trail, when suddenly he sensed the namek's chi disappear entirely. He abruptly broke their kiss and shot to the window to look out it.
"Vegeta, what the hell?!" Bulma yelled.
"The androids…" he growled," They're here."
"What?! But they're not supposed to be here for another year…" she said in shock.
"The namek's dead and that's the only way to explain it." He responded preparing to leave.
"Piccolo's dead?! Are you sure?!" Bulma panicked, that meant the dragon balls were gone.
"I knew that boy from the future was a liar the moment he said he was a Saiyajin." He growled taking off. He turned for a final look at her, she looked so beautiful in that moment.
"Vegeta…don't…stay away too long, or your dinner will get cold…" she whispered, trying to stay strong.
"Maybe it will taste half way decent then." He answered softly. He decided right then that he would do all that was in his power to return to her and with that he left.
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Author's note: Well that's it for chapter two…kinda long…and yeah I know that was a romance between the original couples! Well…remain calm, I'm still setting up the fic. there'll be a Goku Bulma romance you just gotta wait for it, and waiting is the sweetest thing of all….hehehehe. (Squirl runs off madly screaming in the night)
"Are you done fixing this heap of scrap metal yet woman?" an irritated Vegeta asked.
"Well if you were a little less reckless with it maybe it wouldn't break as much." Bulma answered, rewiring a few more circuits in the gravity chamber.
"Hmph, and if you were a better inventor maybe you could come up with a machine that wouldn't malfunction every five minutes!" he replied.
"Oh, why don't you go invent a new personality, prince pompous ass!" she growled.
"Hmph, the day you cook a decent meal, I'll consider it." He retorted.
Bulma slowly put her monkey wrench down and stood up. "Okay, that's it! You want a gravity chamber upgrade so bad? You do it yourself!" she snorted turning on her heels to storm out of the room.
"Fine and when the androids arrive, I'll be sure you and all your weakling friends can die together because I sure as hell won't stick around for it." He answered.
Bulma halted in her tracks, he was right. Jerk or not, she needed Vegeta to get stronger, it was a matter of life or death.
"Grr…FINE! I'll fix your damn gravity machine, your majesty!"she said in a mocking tone, walking back to the controls of the chamber. She picked up her monkey wrench telling herself, "It's alright Bulma, just one more year and he'll be out of your hair…just one more…"
"Why is this taking so long woman?! We're wasting valuable time!" Vegeta interjected. He smirked as he watched her fume. It was strange how he took pleasure in such a thing. He enjoyed getting her angry even more than blasting those worker drones of hers. Yes, he was starting to like this planet, maybe he'd stick around a tad longer after he destroyed the androids and beat Kakarot.
He looked out the small window and scowled. He had inkling something was wrong, he could feel a dramatic drop in the namek's chi. His teeth slowly bared and began to growl softly.
"Just one more…ah…there we go!" she said pressing a final button, "There all done!" Bulma proudly stepped back and admired her work," Don't break it this time lug head." There was something about finishing a job that put Bulma in a good mood even if it was a job for Vegeta. Although, she had to admit the guy was pretty cute, with that scowl of his. She was about to leave when she heard a growling sound, at first she feared one of the animals had escaped. Until she turned around and saw the look on Vegeta's face. "Uh…are you okay?" she gulped.
Broken out of his trance, Vegeta looked back at her and scowled, "woman prepare me a meal, I've decided to eat before I resume my training."
Bulma crossed her arms, an angry look now on her face, "This is what I get for being nice…make your own damn meals! I'm not your fricken' hand maiden!"
"Hmph, I'm Saiyajin royalty, I won't lower myself to perform such a menial task." He scoffed.
"You insufferable jerk!" Bulma fumed, stomping her leg.
"Less talking more cooking baka onna." He answered.
She couldn't take it anymore, androids or no androids, Vegeta had this coming to him. She walked up to him and went to slap in the face. He caught her hand and held it as she struggled to break free, earning a laugh from him," You'll have to be quicker than that woman."
"You bastard! Let me go!" she yelled trying to slap him with her free hand. Much to Bulma's chagrin however, he also caught her other hand.
"Well, well no hands left to slap with?" he chuckled.
Bulma growled in her throat growing hotter by the minute," Let me go Vegeta."
"Make me." He answered staring at her for what seemed like an eternity. Bulma realized suddenly her cheeks were growing hot and her heart was beating faster. His ebony eyes were hypnotizing and she felt herself being drawn into them.
RING!!
The ring of the phone broke Bulma out of his enchanting trance.
"Vegeta, I have to answer the phone…" she whispered.
"Let it ring." He purred, Bulma was taken aback by the change in his voice. He had an almost playful look in his eyes.
"Veg…" she was cut off as she felt the Saiyajin prince's lips pressed hotly against hers. After recovering from the initial shock, she found herself kissing back..
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Chi-Chi paced around her kitchen nervously twirling the cord of her phone. "Come on Bulma, pick up! Pick up! Pick up!" Her Goku wasn't getting any better and she was beginning to fear that the heart virus had morphed.
She peeked into the living room, where Goku's makeshift sick bed lay. He was still struggling in his unconscious state; she couldn't take seeing him suffer like this. After the 81st ring, she decided to hang up and try again later. "Why the hell doesn't she have an answering machine?!" Chi-Chi lamented, as she got another cold cloth to put on her husband forehead.
"AHHHHH!" she cringed at his screams, if only there was a way to take away his pain. She hurriedly knelt by his side and switched the cloth on his head with a colder one. He looked horrible, his skin was so hot and pale and his face was scrunched into the most painful expression. She patted his face with cool cloth, "Come on Goku darling, you can pull through this, I know you can."
"AHHHHH!" he screamed again almost sitting up. Chi-Chi soothed him back down, he was having a nightmare she realized.
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In Goku's subconscious, everything was dark and a sense of uneasiness hung heavy in the air. He shifted about confused, sure something was about to pounce on him.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, a blinding light seared in front of him, blinding him. All he heard was Chi-Chi's cries from the other side of the light," My poor Gohan! How could this happen?!"
"Chi-Chi? What's wrong with Gohan?!" Goku called to her, trying to see through the searing light. He tried running through the light, but her voice continued to grow fainter and fainter until he heard her shriek and then nothing…
"No! Chi-Chi!" he called still trying to locate her.
"Well Goku, Are you ready to join the rest of your family?" a boisterous voice called ahead of him.
"Who are you?!" he responded.
"You're executioner!" the voice growled.
Goku winced into the light, seeing two figures in front of him, a young boy with a red kerchief and black hair and pretty blonde girl. Their eyes were so cold…so…
"The androids…" he whispered.
"Why yes Goku, you're a regular Sherlock Holmes. Sis, give the man a prize," the boy laughed.
"With pleasure," she gleed, roughly grabbing Goku's shoulder and punching through his chest. He keeled over, looking up at the girl, he saw her holding something-bright red in her bloody grasp. "Here, you might need this." She said throwing it on the ground. He looked down at it….it was his heart.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
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Chi-Chi grimaced as she held the last pill of the heart medication. "Well Goku dear, I pray this will hold out until I get in touch with Bulma." She said giving it to him.
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Vegeta's eye's slid shut as he drew Bulma closer to him. Yes, he had decidedly taken a liking to this earth female, even if he left this planet later on; he would take her with him. Maybe this woman could bring him the happiness he had longed for, wanted and craved for, for so long…
His mind began to trail, when suddenly he sensed the namek's chi disappear entirely. He abruptly broke their kiss and shot to the window to look out it.
"Vegeta, what the hell?!" Bulma yelled.
"The androids…" he growled," They're here."
"What?! But they're not supposed to be here for another year…" she said in shock.
"The namek's dead and that's the only way to explain it." He responded preparing to leave.
"Piccolo's dead?! Are you sure?!" Bulma panicked, that meant the dragon balls were gone.
"I knew that boy from the future was a liar the moment he said he was a Saiyajin." He growled taking off. He turned for a final look at her, she looked so beautiful in that moment.
"Vegeta…don't…stay away too long, or your dinner will get cold…" she whispered, trying to stay strong.
"Maybe it will taste half way decent then." He answered softly. He decided right then that he would do all that was in his power to return to her and with that he left.
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Author's note: Well that's it for chapter two…kinda long…and yeah I know that was a romance between the original couples! Well…remain calm, I'm still setting up the fic. there'll be a Goku Bulma romance you just gotta wait for it, and waiting is the sweetest thing of all….hehehehe. (Squirl runs off madly screaming in the night)