The Bulma Vegeta Saga
By Goku's Blue
Angel
{A/n} so anyways here's chapters two and three combined cause they were unforgivably short. I hope you realize the sacrifces I make for you people!!::Tears:: Its not like anyone's reading this.are you?? ::Taps screen:: Well if you are then look down, ok now see that oh so beautiful button that says 'review' Well now go ahead :: I see you I KNOW you REALLY want to review so be good and do it already!::
~Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own so you no sue!!~
~Chapter2~ Hot Date??
Bulma immersed herself into the bubble bath and into a deep state of denial. Some how she knew this time it would be different. Either Yamcha would have to get his act together or she would have to go elsewhere. But she wasn't sure how she could carry on without him by her side. They had been together for so long. She couldn't remember not having him by her side.
Ever since Vegeta moved in and Yamcha moved out they hadn't been as close as before. In fact it was as if he was avoiding her. She had tried to push the thoughts out of her head but was having little success. What if he didn't love her? What if he was cheating on her? What if he wanted to break up? Once she thought of one the rest just floated in like a river of regret. She simply didn't want to think about it. She wanted to think that Yamcha loved her and that maybe someday they would get married. Was it her fault? Did she push him away? Did she even know what she was thinking?
Bulma once again tried to push the thoughts out of her head as she got out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around herself and wrapped another one around her head. She confronted her image in the foggy mirror. She had half the mind to smash it into a million pieces. She felt bitter. She felt angry. She felt betrayed by..her heart. She pulled herself together and entered her room. She dried herself off the best she could at the moment. She climbed into the bed and laid there. The sound of the gravity capsule somehow comforting, slowly lulling her to sleep. Strangely though in the last few moments before sleep caught up with her, she knew it would be ok. Like a gut feeling. 'Maybe my heart is breaking, but I can't help thinking that tomorrow will be different!'
The sound of the alarm clock brought.hope. The hope that the new day would prove all her theories wrong. She pulled her self out of bed and got dressed. She walked out of the room just as she heard Vegeta bellow "woman" "Where's my breakfast!" She sighed. "Who has the power now?" she mumbled as she walked down the stairs. She met the hungry saiyan at the bottom of the staircase. "I have a name you know BULMA. B-U-L-M-A or is your puny saiyan brain too small to comprehend." Vegeta merely smirked. He could snap her neck with no effort at all. But with her mom gone who would cook?.
Bulma was almost disappointed at his lack of comeback. She walked to the kitchen to try to scrounge up breakfast. She looked around the kitchen. Now where was the phone book? Then common sense hit her, she couldn't have breakfast delivered. She looked through the fridge. How did her mom make breakfast? "Oh, I know eggs!" she exclaimed with glee this would be easier that she thought. She saw her mom do it millions of times. How hard could it be?
'Heh well they don't look that bad..' she thought as she carried plates to the table and sat down across from Vegeta. "You first." She looked down and complied. He was still watching her so she tried to play it cool. 'These eggs are awful!' She thought as she swallowed. Seeing Bulma eat the sorry excuse for eggs he followed. 'Goddamn it! Is she trying to make these eggs as discussing as possible!' He mentally cursed. But wolfed down the rest so he could go train. Bulma on the other hand acted like she wasn't starving and threw away the eggs. 'Its ok, I needed to get ready for my date anyway.'
Bulma put her hair up and looked in the mirror. "That will have to do for now" she said to herself. She looked down at her outfit in approval as she walked out of the Capsule Corp. to her car. Off to her favorite pastime shopping!!! She got into her car thinking about the ideal outfit for tonight. No matter what happened between her and Yamcha she was going to knock his socks off!
Meanwhile Vegeta was trying to digest those discussing eggs. "I can't believe she's going back to that baka!" He said as he looked around trying to find that woman. He broke the gravity room again for the fourth time this week. He searched everywhere for her so he could continue with training. He sighed as he glared down at a post-it on the kitchen counter. Bulma left it knowing that Vegeta couldn't spend a day without going to the kitchen at least ten times.
Vegeta, I've gone to the mall and won't be back 'till Later and then I need to get ready for my date with Yamcha so you'll have to fend for your self. ~ Bulma
Later that day..
Bulma looked down at her new dress in approval. It was a little black spaghetti-strap dress that hugged all the right places. She already put her hair up into a prom type style. "There that's much better!" she said as she confronted the mirror. Tonight would be different she knew. It would forever change her life. It would either be the first night of their new life together or the night she would say goodbye for the last time. She put on some black strapy heels and walked down the stairs. Meeting an angry saiyan at the bottom.
He was going to give her a piece of his mind. She left him stranded with no food and no gravity room all to get ready for a date with her ingrate boyfriend. But something inside him changed when he saw her. The feeling was almost calming. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld. With her blue hair up in curls on top of her head. Her black dress taking his breath away.
That baka boyfriend of hers isn't worthy of her beauty. He wondered for a moment why he didn't just bend her over the rail of the stairs and take her. Make her scream his name, after all her parents wouldn't be home for a few weeks. 'Wait WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING!!' Vegeta mentally screamed.
Bulma watched the saiyan. Why wasn't he antagonizing her? Maybe she silenced him with her beauty. 'Nah, he's probably too hungry for words.' She thought sitting down on the couch in the living room to wait for Yamcha. Vegeta sat down too. But didn't say a word. He sensed the end was coming.the end of her relationship that is. They sat in the silence for almost an hour before Bulma got her wits about her and decided to pay Yamcha a surprise visit.
She ignored the tears welling up in her eyes and the lump in her throat and mustered up all the courage she could. She walked out of the Capsule Corp. again and into her car. She was going to Yamcha's apartment. It was break up time, if it wasn't going to happen now then when? She wasn't sure how she was going to but it had to be done. If not he would walk all over her like always and she couldn't.no wouldn't accept that. Then the same thoughts flooded her head as she drove on. What was she going to do? Was he cheating on her? Was she going to be alone forever?
{A/n} so anyways here's chapters two and three combined cause they were unforgivably short. I hope you realize the sacrifces I make for you people!!::Tears:: Its not like anyone's reading this.are you?? ::Taps screen:: Well if you are then look down, ok now see that oh so beautiful button that says 'review' Well now go ahead :: I see you I KNOW you REALLY want to review so be good and do it already!::
~Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own so you no sue!!~
~Chapter2~ Hot Date??
Bulma immersed herself into the bubble bath and into a deep state of denial. Some how she knew this time it would be different. Either Yamcha would have to get his act together or she would have to go elsewhere. But she wasn't sure how she could carry on without him by her side. They had been together for so long. She couldn't remember not having him by her side.
Ever since Vegeta moved in and Yamcha moved out they hadn't been as close as before. In fact it was as if he was avoiding her. She had tried to push the thoughts out of her head but was having little success. What if he didn't love her? What if he was cheating on her? What if he wanted to break up? Once she thought of one the rest just floated in like a river of regret. She simply didn't want to think about it. She wanted to think that Yamcha loved her and that maybe someday they would get married. Was it her fault? Did she push him away? Did she even know what she was thinking?
Bulma once again tried to push the thoughts out of her head as she got out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around herself and wrapped another one around her head. She confronted her image in the foggy mirror. She had half the mind to smash it into a million pieces. She felt bitter. She felt angry. She felt betrayed by..her heart. She pulled herself together and entered her room. She dried herself off the best she could at the moment. She climbed into the bed and laid there. The sound of the gravity capsule somehow comforting, slowly lulling her to sleep. Strangely though in the last few moments before sleep caught up with her, she knew it would be ok. Like a gut feeling. 'Maybe my heart is breaking, but I can't help thinking that tomorrow will be different!'
The sound of the alarm clock brought.hope. The hope that the new day would prove all her theories wrong. She pulled her self out of bed and got dressed. She walked out of the room just as she heard Vegeta bellow "woman" "Where's my breakfast!" She sighed. "Who has the power now?" she mumbled as she walked down the stairs. She met the hungry saiyan at the bottom of the staircase. "I have a name you know BULMA. B-U-L-M-A or is your puny saiyan brain too small to comprehend." Vegeta merely smirked. He could snap her neck with no effort at all. But with her mom gone who would cook?.
Bulma was almost disappointed at his lack of comeback. She walked to the kitchen to try to scrounge up breakfast. She looked around the kitchen. Now where was the phone book? Then common sense hit her, she couldn't have breakfast delivered. She looked through the fridge. How did her mom make breakfast? "Oh, I know eggs!" she exclaimed with glee this would be easier that she thought. She saw her mom do it millions of times. How hard could it be?
'Heh well they don't look that bad..' she thought as she carried plates to the table and sat down across from Vegeta. "You first." She looked down and complied. He was still watching her so she tried to play it cool. 'These eggs are awful!' She thought as she swallowed. Seeing Bulma eat the sorry excuse for eggs he followed. 'Goddamn it! Is she trying to make these eggs as discussing as possible!' He mentally cursed. But wolfed down the rest so he could go train. Bulma on the other hand acted like she wasn't starving and threw away the eggs. 'Its ok, I needed to get ready for my date anyway.'
Bulma put her hair up and looked in the mirror. "That will have to do for now" she said to herself. She looked down at her outfit in approval as she walked out of the Capsule Corp. to her car. Off to her favorite pastime shopping!!! She got into her car thinking about the ideal outfit for tonight. No matter what happened between her and Yamcha she was going to knock his socks off!
Meanwhile Vegeta was trying to digest those discussing eggs. "I can't believe she's going back to that baka!" He said as he looked around trying to find that woman. He broke the gravity room again for the fourth time this week. He searched everywhere for her so he could continue with training. He sighed as he glared down at a post-it on the kitchen counter. Bulma left it knowing that Vegeta couldn't spend a day without going to the kitchen at least ten times.
Vegeta, I've gone to the mall and won't be back 'till Later and then I need to get ready for my date with Yamcha so you'll have to fend for your self. ~ Bulma
Later that day..
Bulma looked down at her new dress in approval. It was a little black spaghetti-strap dress that hugged all the right places. She already put her hair up into a prom type style. "There that's much better!" she said as she confronted the mirror. Tonight would be different she knew. It would forever change her life. It would either be the first night of their new life together or the night she would say goodbye for the last time. She put on some black strapy heels and walked down the stairs. Meeting an angry saiyan at the bottom.
He was going to give her a piece of his mind. She left him stranded with no food and no gravity room all to get ready for a date with her ingrate boyfriend. But something inside him changed when he saw her. The feeling was almost calming. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld. With her blue hair up in curls on top of her head. Her black dress taking his breath away.
That baka boyfriend of hers isn't worthy of her beauty. He wondered for a moment why he didn't just bend her over the rail of the stairs and take her. Make her scream his name, after all her parents wouldn't be home for a few weeks. 'Wait WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING!!' Vegeta mentally screamed.
Bulma watched the saiyan. Why wasn't he antagonizing her? Maybe she silenced him with her beauty. 'Nah, he's probably too hungry for words.' She thought sitting down on the couch in the living room to wait for Yamcha. Vegeta sat down too. But didn't say a word. He sensed the end was coming.the end of her relationship that is. They sat in the silence for almost an hour before Bulma got her wits about her and decided to pay Yamcha a surprise visit.
She ignored the tears welling up in her eyes and the lump in her throat and mustered up all the courage she could. She walked out of the Capsule Corp. again and into her car. She was going to Yamcha's apartment. It was break up time, if it wasn't going to happen now then when? She wasn't sure how she was going to but it had to be done. If not he would walk all over her like always and she couldn't.no wouldn't accept that. Then the same thoughts flooded her head as she drove on. What was she going to do? Was he cheating on her? Was she going to be alone forever?