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A/N Bulma does not have that stupid poofy hair in my fic.
Fallen World
Chapter 1
Balcony Scene
'Damn!' he panted with fatigue as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. 'Its hot in here.' He put the towel around his neck and stepped out of the GR into the crisp evening air and sighed. Fireflies danced and he looked up at the moon. In a little over a week it would be full. He sighed again, only this time it was a forlorn sigh. He lowered his gaze to a balcony on the third floor of the Capsule Corp. building.
Vegeta had a problem. A big one...No matter how much he tried not to think about it, he was infatuated with Bulma. Almost everything about Bulma.
Her intelligence made her unique. Never had he ever met someone of her genius. If he described what he needed, she could most likely build it better than he had ever hoped for. She would have made a brilliant war strategist. Not to mention the fact that she happened to be the only person in the whole universe that can keep up with him in a verbal spat.
Her personality reminded him of his own.such pride.(Nuff said)
Her beauty was exotic. Her pouty lips, cerulean eyes, and silken aqua locks made her face a rare diamond amongst pearls. Her body screamed perfection with her exquisite curves and petite form. Oh how he would love to hold her close and explore her physique and every last inch of that creamy skin.
Last but not least. Her fiery temper. it was his favorite source of amusement.
. The 'almost' was the fact that she put up with weakling asshole, Yama- something. He actually liked Kakarott more than he liked that waste of space.
He raised his gaze to the moon for a moment again and exhaled deeply.
He had felt this way for some time now but only recently admitted it to himself. He was actually enjoying her company and spending less and less time in the GR. He hated her for it...Of course he was rarely nice to her. That might blow his cover and then where would he be considering she already had that pathetically weak idiot 'boyfriend' as she called it. Besides, it was much more fun to piss her off..
She had left her French doors open again he noticed. The curtains billowed in an almost hypnotizing rhythm. Crickets chirped with the sound of night and he found himself floating to her balcony.
He shook his head to rid himself of the flood of thoughts and landed silently on the banister. The smell of alcohol reeked from her room. He quickly dismissed it and concentrated on listening to her breathing. 'She's awake?...At this time of night?'
He listened closer and caught the tiny hiccups and barely audible sniffles.
'I wonder what that idiot has done now...' he thought to himself
He heard something drop and roll and a rustling coming from the corner coming toward him.
'Oh Fuck!!' he panicked and flew up to the balcony above hers and flattened out to hide in the shadow of it's underneath. He watched her as she slowly padded to the rail. Her head was lowered so he couldn't see the look in her eyes as she climbed up onto the railing. 'What the hell is she doing?'
Her quiet sobs got louder and she stood up, shaking a little. She looked at the moon and spoke.
"Yamcha, wherever you are, whoever you are with, I hope you see this in your dreams tonight" she sniffled and grabbed onto the railing that stuck down from above.
Vegeta's eyes widened in realization. 'The stupid onna is going to try to hurt herself..."
" I gave you * hic * ten years of my life and loved you with all of my heart but I see that I am living in a huge lie. You don't * hic *love me. You told me that last time you cheated was your last and I trusted you again. But I see that that you, once again, find me unworthy..." She let go of the rail above her and spread her arms. She looked to the sidewalk below for a millisecond, then closed her eyes and jumped...
Well.I know that it is short but I was bored so I thought I would introduce these two.I will probably have the next chapter up tomorrow...
Seven~*
A/N Bulma does not have that stupid poofy hair in my fic.
Fallen World
Chapter 1
Balcony Scene
'Damn!' he panted with fatigue as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. 'Its hot in here.' He put the towel around his neck and stepped out of the GR into the crisp evening air and sighed. Fireflies danced and he looked up at the moon. In a little over a week it would be full. He sighed again, only this time it was a forlorn sigh. He lowered his gaze to a balcony on the third floor of the Capsule Corp. building.
Vegeta had a problem. A big one...No matter how much he tried not to think about it, he was infatuated with Bulma. Almost everything about Bulma.
Her intelligence made her unique. Never had he ever met someone of her genius. If he described what he needed, she could most likely build it better than he had ever hoped for. She would have made a brilliant war strategist. Not to mention the fact that she happened to be the only person in the whole universe that can keep up with him in a verbal spat.
Her personality reminded him of his own.such pride.(Nuff said)
Her beauty was exotic. Her pouty lips, cerulean eyes, and silken aqua locks made her face a rare diamond amongst pearls. Her body screamed perfection with her exquisite curves and petite form. Oh how he would love to hold her close and explore her physique and every last inch of that creamy skin.
Last but not least. Her fiery temper. it was his favorite source of amusement.
. The 'almost' was the fact that she put up with weakling asshole, Yama- something. He actually liked Kakarott more than he liked that waste of space.
He raised his gaze to the moon for a moment again and exhaled deeply.
He had felt this way for some time now but only recently admitted it to himself. He was actually enjoying her company and spending less and less time in the GR. He hated her for it...Of course he was rarely nice to her. That might blow his cover and then where would he be considering she already had that pathetically weak idiot 'boyfriend' as she called it. Besides, it was much more fun to piss her off..
She had left her French doors open again he noticed. The curtains billowed in an almost hypnotizing rhythm. Crickets chirped with the sound of night and he found himself floating to her balcony.
He shook his head to rid himself of the flood of thoughts and landed silently on the banister. The smell of alcohol reeked from her room. He quickly dismissed it and concentrated on listening to her breathing. 'She's awake?...At this time of night?'
He listened closer and caught the tiny hiccups and barely audible sniffles.
'I wonder what that idiot has done now...' he thought to himself
He heard something drop and roll and a rustling coming from the corner coming toward him.
'Oh Fuck!!' he panicked and flew up to the balcony above hers and flattened out to hide in the shadow of it's underneath. He watched her as she slowly padded to the rail. Her head was lowered so he couldn't see the look in her eyes as she climbed up onto the railing. 'What the hell is she doing?'
Her quiet sobs got louder and she stood up, shaking a little. She looked at the moon and spoke.
"Yamcha, wherever you are, whoever you are with, I hope you see this in your dreams tonight" she sniffled and grabbed onto the railing that stuck down from above.
Vegeta's eyes widened in realization. 'The stupid onna is going to try to hurt herself..."
" I gave you * hic * ten years of my life and loved you with all of my heart but I see that I am living in a huge lie. You don't * hic *love me. You told me that last time you cheated was your last and I trusted you again. But I see that that you, once again, find me unworthy..." She let go of the rail above her and spread her arms. She looked to the sidewalk below for a millisecond, then closed her eyes and jumped...
Well.I know that it is short but I was bored so I thought I would introduce these two.I will probably have the next chapter up tomorrow...
Seven~*