*Future*
"VEGETA!"
"WOMAN!"
Two voices resounded through the large domain of Capsule Corporation.
Bulma stormed through the ground floor, clutching a deteriorated fighting droid. Tracing his voice, she marched to the kitched, murder written across her face. Frowning, she entered the kitchen to be brought face to face with the almighty Saiya-jin Prince.
"Look at what you've done!" She shrieked, dumping the droid on the kitchen counter top, near where he stood. She walked up closer to him in anger, almost pressing her face into his. "I don't care who you are buddy! These things are expensive to fix! Can't you use them just once without breaking them apart?"
Vegeta smirked, "Stop your yapping wench and fix me some of that earthling food. I don't have all day."
Bulma was about to blow a fuse. She yanked open the fridge door and dumped a carton of juice in his hand. Sometimes he could be so insufferable! She stormed out of the kitchen, towards her room. Will she ever learn how to live with that psychotic ignorant man?! Probably not, she thought.
Vegeta held beck a chuckle as he watched her stomp away. Downing the carton of juice, he licked his lips, deep in thought. She would make an excellent mate, he pondered. He shook his head, feeling disgusted for having such thoughts. Growling, he returned to the gravity chamber, wondering what it would be like to take her as his mate. Question was, how would he go about attaining her as his mate? Humans were so fragile. Snorting, he gave up on the stupid thoughts, trying to deny he felt anything for her.
*****
Bulma sat in her room, tracing the folds of the delicate glass rose that was in her hands. It had been an anitque, a family hierloom, part of her many generations of ancestors. She sighed, looking at the intricate detail. She wondered how it had come to be in the family.
She heard the gravity machine whir to life outside of the building. Sometimes Vegeta annoyed her so much!
A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth.
Even though he was a jerk at times, he could also be very interesting. So deep, and withdrawn, that it pulled Bulma closer to him like a magnet. The chemistry between them always seemed to crackle around in the air whenever she was close to him. Sighing heavily, she realised that he would never think of her in that way.
Placing the glass rose gently upon her desk top. Silently, she wished it would bring her enough luck to find her true soul mate. She was tired of being alone. She looked at the rose as the sunlight penetrated through its fibre.
Only the glass rose could determine her soul mate.
She secretly wondered if it could be Vegeta, but completely dismissed the thought with a hearty laugh.
Her and Vegeta together?
Not in this life time!
**The End**
**************************************************************************** ****
A/N: The glass rose was in the first chapter, given to Bulma by Vegeta when he went off for the war, for the people who couldn't remember. That's it folks.
Thank you for taking the time out to read this!
"VEGETA!"
"WOMAN!"
Two voices resounded through the large domain of Capsule Corporation.
Bulma stormed through the ground floor, clutching a deteriorated fighting droid. Tracing his voice, she marched to the kitched, murder written across her face. Frowning, she entered the kitchen to be brought face to face with the almighty Saiya-jin Prince.
"Look at what you've done!" She shrieked, dumping the droid on the kitchen counter top, near where he stood. She walked up closer to him in anger, almost pressing her face into his. "I don't care who you are buddy! These things are expensive to fix! Can't you use them just once without breaking them apart?"
Vegeta smirked, "Stop your yapping wench and fix me some of that earthling food. I don't have all day."
Bulma was about to blow a fuse. She yanked open the fridge door and dumped a carton of juice in his hand. Sometimes he could be so insufferable! She stormed out of the kitchen, towards her room. Will she ever learn how to live with that psychotic ignorant man?! Probably not, she thought.
Vegeta held beck a chuckle as he watched her stomp away. Downing the carton of juice, he licked his lips, deep in thought. She would make an excellent mate, he pondered. He shook his head, feeling disgusted for having such thoughts. Growling, he returned to the gravity chamber, wondering what it would be like to take her as his mate. Question was, how would he go about attaining her as his mate? Humans were so fragile. Snorting, he gave up on the stupid thoughts, trying to deny he felt anything for her.
*****
Bulma sat in her room, tracing the folds of the delicate glass rose that was in her hands. It had been an anitque, a family hierloom, part of her many generations of ancestors. She sighed, looking at the intricate detail. She wondered how it had come to be in the family.
She heard the gravity machine whir to life outside of the building. Sometimes Vegeta annoyed her so much!
A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth.
Even though he was a jerk at times, he could also be very interesting. So deep, and withdrawn, that it pulled Bulma closer to him like a magnet. The chemistry between them always seemed to crackle around in the air whenever she was close to him. Sighing heavily, she realised that he would never think of her in that way.
Placing the glass rose gently upon her desk top. Silently, she wished it would bring her enough luck to find her true soul mate. She was tired of being alone. She looked at the rose as the sunlight penetrated through its fibre.
Only the glass rose could determine her soul mate.
She secretly wondered if it could be Vegeta, but completely dismissed the thought with a hearty laugh.
Her and Vegeta together?
Not in this life time!
**The End**
**************************************************************************** ****
A/N: The glass rose was in the first chapter, given to Bulma by Vegeta when he went off for the war, for the people who couldn't remember. That's it folks.
Thank you for taking the time out to read this!