The reason for Love.
Introduction
a/n:Things happen for a reason in life, although it doesn't always appear so clear to the eye at times. At some point we feel drawn to somebody for some reson, attracted to qualities that are all but felt through the gentle caress of skin against skin or the capturing glance between eyes that are locked by an invisible bond of lust and enchantment. Some people can understand this and have experienced such occurnaces and others have not so i will do my my best to explain the pbsurd reasons of love to you through the characters who express it most clearly yet undirectly. Bulma and Vegeta, there is always more to them than meets the eye, hence so many stories published on this site concerning their relationship, their both obviously interested in eachother yet keep their personal life mysterious, leaving it up to everyone else to use their imagination. Please use yours to envision the complexity of this situation, an unsual pair with only one thing in common, the need for the other.
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Doctor Briefs woke up early on monday morning, stretching his arms as he pottered around the kitchen, searching for some instant coffee that would kick start his day at work down in his labrotory. He noticed Bulma curled up on the sofa in the loungeroom, soaking up the heat that was pouring out of the small oil heater as her eyes gazed effortlessly at the television. She neither blinked nor moved in response as her father placed his hand on her head and shuffled his fingertips through her hair playfully.
"Bulma, don't you think it's time you quit mourning over that boy and move on? There's plenty of fish in the sea and you're one of the most beautiful women in the whole of Satan City!" He patted her again on her haid and tried to be cheerful, but Yumcha had left the girl broken hearted and she refused to believe that anyone would ever love her. Doctor Briefs shrugged his shoulders and clutched his coffee tightly as he shuffled towards the kitchen again so he could sit down and read the morning paper. He jumped slightly in his seat as he heard a large thump on the ground, something heavy had hit the floor near the stairs that lead up to the bedrooms. Cursing soon followed from the stairs and Doctor Briefs just chuckled too himself, Vegeta, despite of all his royal speeches of his noble ways still managed to fall down the stairs early in the morning after a late night of intensive training.
"Morning Vegeta. I trust you slept well?" Doctor Briefs called out as he knew any minutes now the prince would be heading towards the kitchen also, his body and soul determined to be fed well with breakfast. The prince ignored Bulma entirely as he passed through the loungeroom and into the kitchen and sat down beside the older man, his spiked raven coloured hair was sprouting out in strange directions, obviously from a rough night of unrestful sleep and his eyes were drained of any sign of life, despite of the deep dark colour they always were. Doctor Briefs passed over a bowl of fruit for the prince, saying nothing, food being a gesture that the prince always accepted politely and willingly. Doctor Briefs smiled as Vegeta took a large bite out of a large red apple, then turned his attention back towardrs the newspaper.
Vegeta stared out the kitchen window, the sun was still rising slowly above the distant buildings, grdually climbing into the clear sky. Vegeta felt warm inside of his body, he loved spring time, the best time of the year. The weather was crisp and the coulds were scarce meaning plenty of time for outdoor training which he much more preferred than the gravity chamber he had become accustomed to within colder times of the year. His ears twitched as he heard Bulma moan on the couch.
"Vegeta, go shower!" She called, oulling herself up off the seat and walking towards the kitchen, wrapping her morning robe tightly around her trim body. Vegeta eyed her carefully.
"Why should i? I only just woke up!" Vegeta retorted and smacked Bulma gently on her backside as she passed him and opened the fridge. Bulma spun around and slapped him across the face.
"You should shower because you smell horrible!" she replied and then leaned in closer towards the prince, her lips almost touching his left ear, "and another thing, if you so much as even look at my ass i swear i'll give you the beating you so richly deserve!" Her eyes caught his for a moment, though such a threat would seemlingly only excite the prince further so she chose the best option which was to ignore him entirley for as long as possible.
"Eh, i know you love me!" He laughed, flashing her a cheeky smile as he grabbed another apple and got up and left the table. Bulma glared at him, almsot humiliated as she noticed the suprisingly large grin on her father's face. Just what she needed, a stubborn, arrogant and completely selfish man to make her look the part of a fool in her own home. She saw the prince shifting his eyes over his shoulder towards her again and she stuck out her tongue in dispute. Vegeta just laughed hautily and continued on his way.
Bulma threw down her head on the table and sighed, "I hate that man!"
"He's harmless!" Doctor Briefs replied, scratching his chin thoughtfully. Bulma smiled sarcastically.
"Sure, harmless.....he did try to kill me you know!"
"Yes, yes, but things have changed since then. I've seen some improvements in him, haven't you?" Doctor Briefs took note of his daughter with his eyes, observing the dazed expression on her face, she was thinking about it which made him happy at least, for the time being, he had forced her to think about Vegeta in a new perspective. Bulma didn't answer he father, instead she chose to rest her head against the table to think some more, wondering if he had changed in anyway positive way. He still laughed at her, grunted at her,made fun of her, rude and impolite to her and always stared at her as though she were the object of his desire, that thought sent a cold shiver down her spine. The way he always looked at her with those pericing eyes, his eyes reflected his mood, the intensive burning of his determination when he was training, or the light of happiness when he laughed or chuckled, and sometimes she even caught his eyes dark and sad, as though his mind was lost in some sort of dark memory but when he looked at her there was no emtion reflected, just an unblinking gaze that she herself found hard to break.
With that moment of though, Yumcha had left her mind, if only for a moment, but life is just a series of moments so each of them counts for something. It's just a matter of time before these small insignificant moments develop into something far more interesting.
Introduction
a/n:Things happen for a reason in life, although it doesn't always appear so clear to the eye at times. At some point we feel drawn to somebody for some reson, attracted to qualities that are all but felt through the gentle caress of skin against skin or the capturing glance between eyes that are locked by an invisible bond of lust and enchantment. Some people can understand this and have experienced such occurnaces and others have not so i will do my my best to explain the pbsurd reasons of love to you through the characters who express it most clearly yet undirectly. Bulma and Vegeta, there is always more to them than meets the eye, hence so many stories published on this site concerning their relationship, their both obviously interested in eachother yet keep their personal life mysterious, leaving it up to everyone else to use their imagination. Please use yours to envision the complexity of this situation, an unsual pair with only one thing in common, the need for the other.
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Doctor Briefs woke up early on monday morning, stretching his arms as he pottered around the kitchen, searching for some instant coffee that would kick start his day at work down in his labrotory. He noticed Bulma curled up on the sofa in the loungeroom, soaking up the heat that was pouring out of the small oil heater as her eyes gazed effortlessly at the television. She neither blinked nor moved in response as her father placed his hand on her head and shuffled his fingertips through her hair playfully.
"Bulma, don't you think it's time you quit mourning over that boy and move on? There's plenty of fish in the sea and you're one of the most beautiful women in the whole of Satan City!" He patted her again on her haid and tried to be cheerful, but Yumcha had left the girl broken hearted and she refused to believe that anyone would ever love her. Doctor Briefs shrugged his shoulders and clutched his coffee tightly as he shuffled towards the kitchen again so he could sit down and read the morning paper. He jumped slightly in his seat as he heard a large thump on the ground, something heavy had hit the floor near the stairs that lead up to the bedrooms. Cursing soon followed from the stairs and Doctor Briefs just chuckled too himself, Vegeta, despite of all his royal speeches of his noble ways still managed to fall down the stairs early in the morning after a late night of intensive training.
"Morning Vegeta. I trust you slept well?" Doctor Briefs called out as he knew any minutes now the prince would be heading towards the kitchen also, his body and soul determined to be fed well with breakfast. The prince ignored Bulma entirely as he passed through the loungeroom and into the kitchen and sat down beside the older man, his spiked raven coloured hair was sprouting out in strange directions, obviously from a rough night of unrestful sleep and his eyes were drained of any sign of life, despite of the deep dark colour they always were. Doctor Briefs passed over a bowl of fruit for the prince, saying nothing, food being a gesture that the prince always accepted politely and willingly. Doctor Briefs smiled as Vegeta took a large bite out of a large red apple, then turned his attention back towardrs the newspaper.
Vegeta stared out the kitchen window, the sun was still rising slowly above the distant buildings, grdually climbing into the clear sky. Vegeta felt warm inside of his body, he loved spring time, the best time of the year. The weather was crisp and the coulds were scarce meaning plenty of time for outdoor training which he much more preferred than the gravity chamber he had become accustomed to within colder times of the year. His ears twitched as he heard Bulma moan on the couch.
"Vegeta, go shower!" She called, oulling herself up off the seat and walking towards the kitchen, wrapping her morning robe tightly around her trim body. Vegeta eyed her carefully.
"Why should i? I only just woke up!" Vegeta retorted and smacked Bulma gently on her backside as she passed him and opened the fridge. Bulma spun around and slapped him across the face.
"You should shower because you smell horrible!" she replied and then leaned in closer towards the prince, her lips almost touching his left ear, "and another thing, if you so much as even look at my ass i swear i'll give you the beating you so richly deserve!" Her eyes caught his for a moment, though such a threat would seemlingly only excite the prince further so she chose the best option which was to ignore him entirley for as long as possible.
"Eh, i know you love me!" He laughed, flashing her a cheeky smile as he grabbed another apple and got up and left the table. Bulma glared at him, almsot humiliated as she noticed the suprisingly large grin on her father's face. Just what she needed, a stubborn, arrogant and completely selfish man to make her look the part of a fool in her own home. She saw the prince shifting his eyes over his shoulder towards her again and she stuck out her tongue in dispute. Vegeta just laughed hautily and continued on his way.
Bulma threw down her head on the table and sighed, "I hate that man!"
"He's harmless!" Doctor Briefs replied, scratching his chin thoughtfully. Bulma smiled sarcastically.
"Sure, harmless.....he did try to kill me you know!"
"Yes, yes, but things have changed since then. I've seen some improvements in him, haven't you?" Doctor Briefs took note of his daughter with his eyes, observing the dazed expression on her face, she was thinking about it which made him happy at least, for the time being, he had forced her to think about Vegeta in a new perspective. Bulma didn't answer he father, instead she chose to rest her head against the table to think some more, wondering if he had changed in anyway positive way. He still laughed at her, grunted at her,made fun of her, rude and impolite to her and always stared at her as though she were the object of his desire, that thought sent a cold shiver down her spine. The way he always looked at her with those pericing eyes, his eyes reflected his mood, the intensive burning of his determination when he was training, or the light of happiness when he laughed or chuckled, and sometimes she even caught his eyes dark and sad, as though his mind was lost in some sort of dark memory but when he looked at her there was no emtion reflected, just an unblinking gaze that she herself found hard to break.
With that moment of though, Yumcha had left her mind, if only for a moment, but life is just a series of moments so each of them counts for something. It's just a matter of time before these small insignificant moments develop into something far more interesting.