**Disclaimer** Yeah yeah yeah, I don't own anything...
Hey folks! This is my first romance fic! I hope you all like it. It is simply the story of Bulma and Vegeta, the real story...or atleast as real as I could make it. This story is rated R but it's somewhere close to NC-17, just not completly. I hope you all enjoy it! ; )
Here's some translations...I don't have may japanese words in here, ones that I'm sure a seasoned B/V reader would surely know, but i'll put them down anyway.
Onna - Woman
Bakka - Stupid, Idiot
*i'll have more in latter chapies but this one only uses these...I think.
The Bulma and Vegeta Story
"What have I done?" Bulma asked herself. "What have I done?" The blue haired cherub stretched her long, slender limbs as far as she could and ran her hands over the soft material that made up her sheets. She rolled over to one side of her bed and inhaled the sent of the man that had slept there. "How could I have let this happen? It was not supposed to be this way..." She studied the early morning sky that hung just past her sheer curtains. There was still a faint trace of the night that had been there. The ghost of the moon and the discreet murmuring of stars still hung in the sky, tormenting Bulma, teasing her about the previous hours that they had seen and so surely disaproved of. It was only 5:00 in the morning but Bulma hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Vegeta had gotten up to go train an hour ago and she'd been wide awake since then. "Sleeping with the enemy..." Bulma mused. "Isn't that a movie?"
Thoughts of the previous night drifted through Bulma's mind sending a shiver up and down her body that eventually landed at her thighs. "How can it be so wrong, yet feel so right?" Bulma was a logical woman. She had given up on the belief of love along time ago. It had faded into the simple memories of childhood. Her sweet innocent days of chasing dragon balls on a hover bike with the little monkey child softly laughing and drifting next to her on his fluffy yellow cloud. The color of tulips... That was what love was. It was his little soft cloud, so close to her, yet so distant, never letting her get on it's back for a ride. She thought she had found some sort of love with Yamcha. She did admire the man. But he was nothing but a memory also, a childhood dream of marriage. Dreams turn to realities as adulthood comes near and this is where reality had led her: A single working spinster. Ofcourse, Bulma wasn't really a spinster, but she was already thirty-five. She could hear her bilogical clock ticking away to nothing. Tick tock...tick tock. Come on Bulma jump on the band wagon, everyone else has growm up and started a family, even your little monkey...
Well, I have grown up, Bulma thought. I have...I just took the path less traveled. So she had thought until last night. Bulma sqeezed her eyes shut as she remembered the sweet passion that had come over her, the feeling of completness... Maybe this is what love really is, she contemplated. Maybe lust is what love is all about. What about those old coots that say they've fallen inlove? Perhaps they're the crazy ones, perhaps I'm actually the only normal person on this planet.
Bulma ran her hands through her hair. "How did all of this start?" She took notice of the ripped shirt of hers that had been carelessly tossed to the floor. "How did I get into this mess, and what happens now?" Isn't that a song? she thought. I'm just full of cliches today. She sighed. "I guess it started yesterday..."
Hey folks! This is my first romance fic! I hope you all like it. It is simply the story of Bulma and Vegeta, the real story...or atleast as real as I could make it. This story is rated R but it's somewhere close to NC-17, just not completly. I hope you all enjoy it! ; )
Here's some translations...I don't have may japanese words in here, ones that I'm sure a seasoned B/V reader would surely know, but i'll put them down anyway.
Onna - Woman
Bakka - Stupid, Idiot
*i'll have more in latter chapies but this one only uses these...I think.
The Bulma and Vegeta Story
"What have I done?" Bulma asked herself. "What have I done?" The blue haired cherub stretched her long, slender limbs as far as she could and ran her hands over the soft material that made up her sheets. She rolled over to one side of her bed and inhaled the sent of the man that had slept there. "How could I have let this happen? It was not supposed to be this way..." She studied the early morning sky that hung just past her sheer curtains. There was still a faint trace of the night that had been there. The ghost of the moon and the discreet murmuring of stars still hung in the sky, tormenting Bulma, teasing her about the previous hours that they had seen and so surely disaproved of. It was only 5:00 in the morning but Bulma hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Vegeta had gotten up to go train an hour ago and she'd been wide awake since then. "Sleeping with the enemy..." Bulma mused. "Isn't that a movie?"
Thoughts of the previous night drifted through Bulma's mind sending a shiver up and down her body that eventually landed at her thighs. "How can it be so wrong, yet feel so right?" Bulma was a logical woman. She had given up on the belief of love along time ago. It had faded into the simple memories of childhood. Her sweet innocent days of chasing dragon balls on a hover bike with the little monkey child softly laughing and drifting next to her on his fluffy yellow cloud. The color of tulips... That was what love was. It was his little soft cloud, so close to her, yet so distant, never letting her get on it's back for a ride. She thought she had found some sort of love with Yamcha. She did admire the man. But he was nothing but a memory also, a childhood dream of marriage. Dreams turn to realities as adulthood comes near and this is where reality had led her: A single working spinster. Ofcourse, Bulma wasn't really a spinster, but she was already thirty-five. She could hear her bilogical clock ticking away to nothing. Tick tock...tick tock. Come on Bulma jump on the band wagon, everyone else has growm up and started a family, even your little monkey...
Well, I have grown up, Bulma thought. I have...I just took the path less traveled. So she had thought until last night. Bulma sqeezed her eyes shut as she remembered the sweet passion that had come over her, the feeling of completness... Maybe this is what love really is, she contemplated. Maybe lust is what love is all about. What about those old coots that say they've fallen inlove? Perhaps they're the crazy ones, perhaps I'm actually the only normal person on this planet.
Bulma ran her hands through her hair. "How did all of this start?" She took notice of the ripped shirt of hers that had been carelessly tossed to the floor. "How did I get into this mess, and what happens now?" Isn't that a song? she thought. I'm just full of cliches today. She sighed. "I guess it started yesterday..."