Journey-Bulma's Story
Disclaimer: I don't own dbz or the characters, blah blah blah..
A.N: I now this is a really typically storyline, yada yada ya. But I love this dbz couple, and I think it's one of the most interesting storylines (that's probably y it's so popular.) So I hope that this 1 is somehow original, & plz review!
Chapter 1:
Mrs.Briefs frowned with concern as she heard her daughter slam the front door violently behind her. As she ran to the main hall from the kitchen, she managed to catch a glimpse of Bulma run up the stairs and slam her bedroom door shut even louder than she had slammed the front door. Mrs.Briefs sighed and turned to face the front door, guessing the loud banging was being caused by Yamcha. She walked over and hesitantly opened the door to sure enough see a very distressed young man with long black hair and 2 scars on his face; one across his left eye, and the other across his right cheek.
"Good evening Mrs.Briefs, erm, can I speak to Bulma?" He spoke in a hurry with an agitated tone.
"Of course Yamcha, but she seemed a little upset just now. Nothing's happened that I should know about is there?"
"No! No! Everything's fine!" She smiled and opened the door, allowing Yamcha to dash upstairs. Mrs.Briefs listened from the foot of the stairs as Yamcha frantically knocked on Bulma's door.
"C'mon Bulma babe! Let's talk about this."
"Fuck off Yamcha! I never wanna see or speak to you ever again!"
"Babe! You don't mean that-"
"You wanna bet? Why don't you just run home back to one of your little whores and leave me the fuck alone!"
"C'mon, they mean nothing to me Bulma. You're my number 1, the only babe I want."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah! You know you are! C'mon! I'll make this up to you, just give me one more chance, that's all I ask!" There was a long pause as Bulma thought about this, 'he's got some nerve! But then again, he wouldn't bother with me if he didn't care about me.'
"Ok Yamcha," she finally replied. "You've got one last chance to prove that you can be caring and faithful, and I mean it this time!"
"It's a deal! Do you mind opening the door so I can see that beautiful face of yours again?" She smiled; Yamcha always had been a charmer, which was probably why she stuck with him. He watched as the door slowly opened, and Bulma stepped out onto the landing. She folded her arms across her chest, implying that she was still a little pissed with him, and he smiled nervously.
"So, can I pick you up tomorrow? I'll treat you to brunch, then the day's yours to do what you want."
"Can we go shopping?" He shuddered at the thought of being dragged around countless shops and the huge mall, but knew he didn't have a choice in the matter.
"Sure babe, like I said, it's up to you to decide what we do and where we go."
"Okay, then it's a date." He smiled down at her and bent his head to give her a goodnight kiss, but she moved away. "I'm still mad at you Yamcha; you're not getting off so easily this time. I mean it!"
"Ok, ok! See you tomorrow then, bright and early."
"Bye." She retreated back into her room, and Yamcha walked back downstairs, a huge grin on his face.
'Dumb bitch,' he thought to himself as he waved goodbye to Mrs.Briefs. 'Once I've had my fun, it's goodbye for good. If she thinks I'm into all that commitment shit, then she can just kiss my ass goodbye!'
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The Prince of Saiyans paced impatiently along the corridors of the Royal spaceship with a deep frown upon his face. First of all, he'd been sent by Frieza to take over planet Earth. Secondly he was stuck with Zarbon who he deeply despised and hated. Thirdly, and most irritating of all, he was on a ship with no women, and going through 'heat.' He growled and banged his fist aggressively against the metal wall, denting it slightly as he tried to release his anger and frustration.
"Now, now Vegeta," sneered a green guy with long blue hair in a single plait, a cockney accent, and 'boy next door' looks. "If you need to get laid that badly, I'm sure your bodyguard will be more than happy to accept." He sniggered and Vegeta frowned more than ever.
"You should know," he spat back, and Zarbon frowned at him, trying to think of a come back.
"Listen Vegeta, you and I both know that you don't stand a chance against me. So quit with the wise guy cracks." He smirked and Vegeta folded his arms in agitation. "Then quit getting in my way Zarbon!"
"Gladly," he began to walk away, then stopped as he reached the door. "Besides, it's not like you'll find a decent lay on Earth. With a face like yours, you'll scare both the women and men away. I don't want to be around when you become, desperate." He sniggered as he walked away, and Vegeta blasted the door as it shut, leaving a large dent and burn mark.
"Damn you Zarbon!" He yelled at the top of his lungs and scowled. "We'll see who's laughing when I kick your ass to kingdom come!" His tail swished behind him with frustration, and he decided to sit down, folding his muscular arms across an equally muscular and broad chest. He longed for the day when he defeated Frieza and brought independence back to Vegetasei. However, until that day came, he had to abide by Frieza and carry through with his missions, no questions. Unfortunately, that meant that he had to put up with Zarbon most of the time. The door suddenly opened with a jilt, and Vegeta tilted his head to see an elite soldier by the name of Kakarott enter.
"Prince Vegeta," he saluted with respect. "We will be arriving on Earth within the hour."
"It's about time!" Vegeta was down to the last of his patience, and Kakarott fought hard to suppress a cheeky grin.
"What are your orders?"
"Destroy a few buildings, scare the earthlings, dispose of rebels, take a few slaves if decent enough, and then be on our way home. Oh, and don't forget our primary order from my father!" Kakarrot scratched his head, and Vegeta sighed. "Kakarrot you really are a dim baka! We are to find the Scientist named Briefs and take him back to Vegetasei. Understand?
"Roger! Oh, erm, are all of us returning to Vegetasei?" Vegeta rolled his eyes at Kakarrot's dimness.
"Of course not! You are to stay on Earth with two other elites to maintain it. Is that clear enough for you?" Kakarott nodded as Vegeta spoke in a patronising tone.
"Yes sir." He dared not ask any more questions, and abruptly left after saluting respectfully.
Vegeta slumped back on his chair and looked up at the monitor. Earth was finally within view, and he couldn't wait to finish his mission so that he could return to Vegetasei. No doubt Frieza would have another mission lined up for him on his return. 'Damn that cursed lizard freak!' He uttered as a deep frown appeared on his tanned face. 'Damn my father for not being strong enough! Had he trained like I do, he could've beaten Frieza easily! Now, we all have to suffer through his pathetic mistakes. I will prove them all wrong however.' A side smile appeared on his face as he recalled the ancient rumours of the ability to become a super saiyajin, surpassing any fighter in the universe with its tremendous power. 'I am the chosen one, destined by fate to destroy Frieza. It is my duty as the prince to revenge my father and claim my throne. I will acquire the knowledge and strength needed to go super saiyan!'
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Bulma had been tossing and turning all night and woke up in early hours of the next morning. It was Saturday, and around seven o'clock. After showering and changing into tight ¾ jeans, a vest/crop top which complimented her toned midriff, and tennis shoes, Bulma walked downstairs to find her mother eating cakes for breakfast, and worst of all, smiling cheerfully. It was by then nine o'clock, but Yamcha hadn't called.
"Morning dear," Mrs.Briefs chirped, and Bulma grumbled a "morning" as she reached for the coffee pot.
"Where's dad?" She asked as she sat down with her black coffee, and Mrs.Briefs maintained her smile.
"He's in the lab."
'No wonder', Bulma thought. 'Seeing you in the morning would send anyone crazy!' "Well, I'm going shopping."
Mrs.Briefs raised her eyebrows as Bulma stood up, downing the rest of her coffee in one gulp. "Right now? But you haven't eaten."
"I know, I'll grab some breakfast in town."
"You're going alone?"
"No, Yamcha's spending the day with me." Mrs.Briefs smiled and Bulma rolled her eyes, grabbing her cell-phone. She pressed speed dial number 2, and Yamcha answered.
"Hello?"
"I thought you were picking me up for breakfast!"
"Oh, hey Bulma babe. I am."
"So where the hell are you?"
"Erm..about to step in my car," he was blatantly lying, and Bulma scowled.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah! I didn't want to come earlier because I know how long it takes for you to get ready."
"Thanks a lot!"
'Dammit!' He thought to himself, 'now I've put my foot in it!' "Just take it as a compliment Bulma."
"Whatever. So you're on your way right now?"
"Yep, give me 10, wait, 15 minutes."
"Ok." She hung up and sat down, thinking about whether it was a good idea to give him another chance. 'Who am I kidding? I know he's gonna cheat on me again, so why am I putting myself through all this?'
Half an hour later, Yamcha finally showed up, screeching to a halt in the driveway. Bulma walked outside, her arms folded across her chest, and a heavy frown set on her face.
"Bulma, I can explain!" He began, but Bulma ignored him and got into the car.
"You know what Yamcha? I'm not even gonna bother to ask why you're so late. I don't care anymore! Now can we just get today over and done with please? I'm hungry and the shops can't wait all day you know!" Yamcha merely nodded in silent submission and retreated into the driver's seat to initiate the start of a very silent journey.
As they drove into the city, Bulma stole a glance over at Yamcha, who was concentrating on driving, and probably on other 'problems' in his life. Bulma squinted, staring at his facial features, and then looked straight ahead. 'For some reason,' she told herself. 'I'm just not attracted to him anymore. Maybe it's just a stage I'm going through, but I just can't see the attraction in him. Does he feel the same about me? Is that why he cheats on me? We haven't had sex in ages, maybe he finds my body repulsive or something?' She looked down at her stomach, and shook her head. 'No, maybe not. I haven't exactly gained any weight. So what's the problem? Why does he have to make relationships so complicated?'
Yamcha heard her exhale deeply, and sped up, thinking that she was becoming impatient. His attention moved to her hair which was being blown by the harsh wind. She looked beautiful, there was no question about it, and he frowned to himself as she fidgeted nervously in her seat. 'She doesn't like me anymore, I can tell. Maybe if she paid more attention to me, then I wouldn't have to find attention elsewhere. It's her fault, not mine! Nothing's my fault; I'm the perfect guy!' He smirked to himself and two young women cycling into the city suddenly caught his attention. He winked at them, not caring about the fact he wasn't single and his girlfriend was sitting next to him. The girls giggled as he drove by, and Yamcha turned to see Bulma staring at him from the corner of his eye. "Don't give me that look Bulma!"
"Why shouldn't I Yamcha? C'mon! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't!"
"Look, I don't want to argue while I'm driving! Besides, I know them!"
"Oh! So you greet all your female 'acquaintances' with a flirty wink? PULEASE!"
"Bulma, I was only joking with them! You've got that tone in your voice again, that, 'I don't believe you' tone!"
"Well what the fuck do you expect me to say Yamcha? Huh? HUH? Because-" She was suddenly cut off as the car was hit by a large, bright light and sent swerving around a 270 degree turn. Bulma screamed while Yamcha tried to gain control of his red Porsche.
"Holy Shit!" He slammed his fists onto the steering wheel while Bulma caught her breath.
"What the hell just happened?" She was shaking, and Yamcha got out the car.
"FUCK!" He cursed, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
"WHAT!!?" Bulma got out the car too, and walked around to Yamcha. She gasped as she saw the side of the car, which was deeply dented. "This isn't real!" She cried, and Yamcha got back into the car.
"Hurry up!" He yelled, and she obeyed. "I dunno what that was, or where it came from, but the power I sensed was incredible! We could be in some serious trouble!" "So what are we gonna do now?"
"It could be following us. Let's keep going into the city, people may be in danger, and I might be able to help."
"WHAT ABOUT ME!?" Yamcha revved the car up and sped into the city. "I don't know, I guess you'll just have to tag along. Krillen, Tien, and Chiaotzu should be there already, or on their way. I'm hoping that they've sensed that incredible ki too."
Minutes later, they were in the city, and realised that their help was definitely needed. The city was in total chaos, and the exits were becoming gradually blocked. Buildings were on fire, streets were crowded with citizens and rubble, and a heavy smog layered the air, which was also filled with bright rays now and again. Moments after they got out of the car, a building collapsed and fell onto the bonnet. "MY CAR!!!" Yelled Yamcha, and Bulma stepped back. "MY FUCKING CAR! I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!"
"Believe it Yamcha, it's happening, and now, we're trapped." He turned round to face her, and she pointed at the road that they had just driven along into the city. Now, a bus and several cars were piled up, blocking it. The city had been minimised to a small area where everyone was trapped. It was like a tin of sardines as people looked for safe hiding places, but there were none. Bulma stood close to Yamcha, putting aside their previous quarrel and he instinctively put his arm around her.
"Bulma," she looked up at him, and he looked her straight in the eye. "I want you to know that I have, and always will love you." Her face screwed up with emotion, and she buried her face into his shirt.
"I...I love you too Yamcha." She sniffed back tears, and he hugged her tightly. They were forced to break apart however as the crowd gasped at the floating figure in the air. Bulma looked up, and watched as the man with spiky, gravity defying ebony hair descended onto an upturned lorry, where he stood with his arms crossed. Dressed in white and orange armour, white gloves, white boots, and a navy blue bodysuit, he possessed an aura of power and authority, even though he was only about 5`6". Bulma stared at him and sensed his immense power, feeling slightly scared, as well as noticing a tail behind him.
"People of Earth," he bellowed in a husky, regal voice of authority. "I, Prince Vegeta of the Saiyans, bring news of change to your pathetic planet. No longer will you live independent lives under the reign of weak democratic leaders. You and your planet are now property of the Frieza. Those who resist shall be disposed off, and those who don't may well be too. There is no room for the weak, only the strong survive!" Vegeta knew it wasn't his best of speeches, but it was to the point at least, and besides, he was frustrated by the journey and his state of 'heat.' The humans, however, only started to agitate him even more as they shuffled around, talking amongst themselves.
"SILENCE!" His voice echoed through the small, enclosed area, and the humans immediately became silent. "That's better. Now, some of you will be returning with us to Vegetasei as slaves. The rest of you will remain here and be instructed by General Kakarott." He searched the crowd for possible slaves, and then realised the reason why he had even come to this pathetic city. "Now, I'm looking for the scientist named Briefs. Does anyone want to tell me where I can find him? Or will I have to start a killing spree first?"
The crowd started to panic, and several people standing near Bulma instantly recognised her as Dr.Briefs' daughter. One man started to attack her with verbal abuse, and several others soon joined in. "Hey! You're that crazy freak's daughter! This is all your fault!"
"Yeah!"
"Turn yourself in bitch before we all get killed!"
"YEAH! Hey alien dude! This is Briefs over here!"
Vegeta turned to the commotion in the centre of the crowd, and Bulma shrieked as her eyes met with the Prince, then turned to face Yamcha, who held her close. Vegeta saw everything, and was not impressed. "I will ask one last time. Let the one named Briefs step forward!"
The crowd parted as best they could, leaving Bulma and Yamcha exposed. Vegeta scowled, 'now, which 1 is the scientist? This is a joke, they both look like bakas!" "Which one of you is Briefs?"
Yamcha stepped infront of Bulma and got into fighting stance. "There's no way your taking her!"
"You dare to defy the mighty prince Vegeta?" Yamcha made a face at him, and Vegeta frowned. "Out of my way weaklings," he yelled as walked through the crowd, and finally reached the couple with a smirk on his face. "You wish to fight me? Ha! Bring it on fool!" Yamcha pushed Bulma away from him and Vegeta sniggered.
"Be careful Yamcha!"
"Don't you worry about me Bulma. The guys will be here soon. We'll teach this monkey bastard a lesson!" Vegeta's face suddenly became serious, and Yamcha felt an increase in power.
"NOBODY INSULTS A SAIYAN!"
"Heh, well I just did!" Yamcha launched a surprise punch directly at Vegeta's face, but he didn't even attempt to dodge. His fist collided with the Saiyan's face, and there was a gasp from the crowd, as Vegeta didn't react. Yamcha's face, however, began to screw up in pain, and he felt pain shoot threw his stomach. "What the!? You got metal gloves on or something? I..I..I didn't even see you punch me!"
"Are you accusing me of cheating, fool? Fine then. To prove my strength, I will take off my gloves and armour. Then, I will kill you. Happy now?"
"No! No! Please! Don't kill me!" Vegeta laughed menacingly, and Yamcha looked over to Bulma who was trembling. "Take her! I don't want her; I don't even care about her! Just don't hurt me!" Vegeta looked at the young woman who was fuming, and then at Yamcha.
"I was going to 'take' her anyway and kill you, no matter what you said or did. Begging only makes me despise you even more."
"YAMCHA YOU BASTARD!" Screamed the woman, and Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her temper. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! JUST WAIT TIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!"
"Bulma, babe, calm down! We're in public!" He laughed nervously as the crowd watched.
"NO I WON'T FUCKIN CALM DOWN DICKWEED! YOU JUST TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME! AND NOW YOU'RE HANDING ME OVER TO SOME STRANGER? IM NOT YOUR FUCKIN HOAR!!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"I HATE YOU SO MUCH! AND I WANT THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD TO KNOW! I HATE YOU YAMCHA!!!!!!!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, and Vegeta grinned, liking the woman even more through her feistiness.
"Are you two quite done?"
"WAIT!" Yamcha begged, but Vegeta shook his head.
"Too late, your time is over." He charged up a ki ball and fired it at Yamcha who disappeared amongst the bright white blast. Bulma watched and trembled; Yamcha was dead, so what would happen to her? Was she going to die too? "You!" Vegeta turned to Bulma and she yelped. "You will come with me." He walked up to the blue-haired beauty, noticing her womanly curves and toned figure. Without warning, he picked her up and threw her over her shoulder, making her shriek and scream.
"AAAAH! PUT ME DOWN YOU BASTARD!" He ignored her and rose into the air, making her shriek and struggle under his tight grip.
"If I were you," he calmly suggested. " I would cut that out before you wear out my patience." She immediately stopped and blinked, allowing a tear to run down her cheek and fall down through the clouds to the ground below.
"Where are you taking me?" She plucked up the courage to ask him, and she wiped a tear off her cheek.
"To the ship." His tone was cold, and she decided not to question him anymore until she was on her own two feet again. 'I hate you Yamcha,' she thought to herself. 'I can't believe the nerve of you! I hope you burn in hell you bastard.'
Disclaimer: I don't own dbz or the characters, blah blah blah..
A.N: I now this is a really typically storyline, yada yada ya. But I love this dbz couple, and I think it's one of the most interesting storylines (that's probably y it's so popular.) So I hope that this 1 is somehow original, & plz review!
Chapter 1:
Mrs.Briefs frowned with concern as she heard her daughter slam the front door violently behind her. As she ran to the main hall from the kitchen, she managed to catch a glimpse of Bulma run up the stairs and slam her bedroom door shut even louder than she had slammed the front door. Mrs.Briefs sighed and turned to face the front door, guessing the loud banging was being caused by Yamcha. She walked over and hesitantly opened the door to sure enough see a very distressed young man with long black hair and 2 scars on his face; one across his left eye, and the other across his right cheek.
"Good evening Mrs.Briefs, erm, can I speak to Bulma?" He spoke in a hurry with an agitated tone.
"Of course Yamcha, but she seemed a little upset just now. Nothing's happened that I should know about is there?"
"No! No! Everything's fine!" She smiled and opened the door, allowing Yamcha to dash upstairs. Mrs.Briefs listened from the foot of the stairs as Yamcha frantically knocked on Bulma's door.
"C'mon Bulma babe! Let's talk about this."
"Fuck off Yamcha! I never wanna see or speak to you ever again!"
"Babe! You don't mean that-"
"You wanna bet? Why don't you just run home back to one of your little whores and leave me the fuck alone!"
"C'mon, they mean nothing to me Bulma. You're my number 1, the only babe I want."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah! You know you are! C'mon! I'll make this up to you, just give me one more chance, that's all I ask!" There was a long pause as Bulma thought about this, 'he's got some nerve! But then again, he wouldn't bother with me if he didn't care about me.'
"Ok Yamcha," she finally replied. "You've got one last chance to prove that you can be caring and faithful, and I mean it this time!"
"It's a deal! Do you mind opening the door so I can see that beautiful face of yours again?" She smiled; Yamcha always had been a charmer, which was probably why she stuck with him. He watched as the door slowly opened, and Bulma stepped out onto the landing. She folded her arms across her chest, implying that she was still a little pissed with him, and he smiled nervously.
"So, can I pick you up tomorrow? I'll treat you to brunch, then the day's yours to do what you want."
"Can we go shopping?" He shuddered at the thought of being dragged around countless shops and the huge mall, but knew he didn't have a choice in the matter.
"Sure babe, like I said, it's up to you to decide what we do and where we go."
"Okay, then it's a date." He smiled down at her and bent his head to give her a goodnight kiss, but she moved away. "I'm still mad at you Yamcha; you're not getting off so easily this time. I mean it!"
"Ok, ok! See you tomorrow then, bright and early."
"Bye." She retreated back into her room, and Yamcha walked back downstairs, a huge grin on his face.
'Dumb bitch,' he thought to himself as he waved goodbye to Mrs.Briefs. 'Once I've had my fun, it's goodbye for good. If she thinks I'm into all that commitment shit, then she can just kiss my ass goodbye!'
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The Prince of Saiyans paced impatiently along the corridors of the Royal spaceship with a deep frown upon his face. First of all, he'd been sent by Frieza to take over planet Earth. Secondly he was stuck with Zarbon who he deeply despised and hated. Thirdly, and most irritating of all, he was on a ship with no women, and going through 'heat.' He growled and banged his fist aggressively against the metal wall, denting it slightly as he tried to release his anger and frustration.
"Now, now Vegeta," sneered a green guy with long blue hair in a single plait, a cockney accent, and 'boy next door' looks. "If you need to get laid that badly, I'm sure your bodyguard will be more than happy to accept." He sniggered and Vegeta frowned more than ever.
"You should know," he spat back, and Zarbon frowned at him, trying to think of a come back.
"Listen Vegeta, you and I both know that you don't stand a chance against me. So quit with the wise guy cracks." He smirked and Vegeta folded his arms in agitation. "Then quit getting in my way Zarbon!"
"Gladly," he began to walk away, then stopped as he reached the door. "Besides, it's not like you'll find a decent lay on Earth. With a face like yours, you'll scare both the women and men away. I don't want to be around when you become, desperate." He sniggered as he walked away, and Vegeta blasted the door as it shut, leaving a large dent and burn mark.
"Damn you Zarbon!" He yelled at the top of his lungs and scowled. "We'll see who's laughing when I kick your ass to kingdom come!" His tail swished behind him with frustration, and he decided to sit down, folding his muscular arms across an equally muscular and broad chest. He longed for the day when he defeated Frieza and brought independence back to Vegetasei. However, until that day came, he had to abide by Frieza and carry through with his missions, no questions. Unfortunately, that meant that he had to put up with Zarbon most of the time. The door suddenly opened with a jilt, and Vegeta tilted his head to see an elite soldier by the name of Kakarott enter.
"Prince Vegeta," he saluted with respect. "We will be arriving on Earth within the hour."
"It's about time!" Vegeta was down to the last of his patience, and Kakarott fought hard to suppress a cheeky grin.
"What are your orders?"
"Destroy a few buildings, scare the earthlings, dispose of rebels, take a few slaves if decent enough, and then be on our way home. Oh, and don't forget our primary order from my father!" Kakarrot scratched his head, and Vegeta sighed. "Kakarrot you really are a dim baka! We are to find the Scientist named Briefs and take him back to Vegetasei. Understand?
"Roger! Oh, erm, are all of us returning to Vegetasei?" Vegeta rolled his eyes at Kakarrot's dimness.
"Of course not! You are to stay on Earth with two other elites to maintain it. Is that clear enough for you?" Kakarott nodded as Vegeta spoke in a patronising tone.
"Yes sir." He dared not ask any more questions, and abruptly left after saluting respectfully.
Vegeta slumped back on his chair and looked up at the monitor. Earth was finally within view, and he couldn't wait to finish his mission so that he could return to Vegetasei. No doubt Frieza would have another mission lined up for him on his return. 'Damn that cursed lizard freak!' He uttered as a deep frown appeared on his tanned face. 'Damn my father for not being strong enough! Had he trained like I do, he could've beaten Frieza easily! Now, we all have to suffer through his pathetic mistakes. I will prove them all wrong however.' A side smile appeared on his face as he recalled the ancient rumours of the ability to become a super saiyajin, surpassing any fighter in the universe with its tremendous power. 'I am the chosen one, destined by fate to destroy Frieza. It is my duty as the prince to revenge my father and claim my throne. I will acquire the knowledge and strength needed to go super saiyan!'
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Bulma had been tossing and turning all night and woke up in early hours of the next morning. It was Saturday, and around seven o'clock. After showering and changing into tight ¾ jeans, a vest/crop top which complimented her toned midriff, and tennis shoes, Bulma walked downstairs to find her mother eating cakes for breakfast, and worst of all, smiling cheerfully. It was by then nine o'clock, but Yamcha hadn't called.
"Morning dear," Mrs.Briefs chirped, and Bulma grumbled a "morning" as she reached for the coffee pot.
"Where's dad?" She asked as she sat down with her black coffee, and Mrs.Briefs maintained her smile.
"He's in the lab."
'No wonder', Bulma thought. 'Seeing you in the morning would send anyone crazy!' "Well, I'm going shopping."
Mrs.Briefs raised her eyebrows as Bulma stood up, downing the rest of her coffee in one gulp. "Right now? But you haven't eaten."
"I know, I'll grab some breakfast in town."
"You're going alone?"
"No, Yamcha's spending the day with me." Mrs.Briefs smiled and Bulma rolled her eyes, grabbing her cell-phone. She pressed speed dial number 2, and Yamcha answered.
"Hello?"
"I thought you were picking me up for breakfast!"
"Oh, hey Bulma babe. I am."
"So where the hell are you?"
"Erm..about to step in my car," he was blatantly lying, and Bulma scowled.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah! I didn't want to come earlier because I know how long it takes for you to get ready."
"Thanks a lot!"
'Dammit!' He thought to himself, 'now I've put my foot in it!' "Just take it as a compliment Bulma."
"Whatever. So you're on your way right now?"
"Yep, give me 10, wait, 15 minutes."
"Ok." She hung up and sat down, thinking about whether it was a good idea to give him another chance. 'Who am I kidding? I know he's gonna cheat on me again, so why am I putting myself through all this?'
Half an hour later, Yamcha finally showed up, screeching to a halt in the driveway. Bulma walked outside, her arms folded across her chest, and a heavy frown set on her face.
"Bulma, I can explain!" He began, but Bulma ignored him and got into the car.
"You know what Yamcha? I'm not even gonna bother to ask why you're so late. I don't care anymore! Now can we just get today over and done with please? I'm hungry and the shops can't wait all day you know!" Yamcha merely nodded in silent submission and retreated into the driver's seat to initiate the start of a very silent journey.
As they drove into the city, Bulma stole a glance over at Yamcha, who was concentrating on driving, and probably on other 'problems' in his life. Bulma squinted, staring at his facial features, and then looked straight ahead. 'For some reason,' she told herself. 'I'm just not attracted to him anymore. Maybe it's just a stage I'm going through, but I just can't see the attraction in him. Does he feel the same about me? Is that why he cheats on me? We haven't had sex in ages, maybe he finds my body repulsive or something?' She looked down at her stomach, and shook her head. 'No, maybe not. I haven't exactly gained any weight. So what's the problem? Why does he have to make relationships so complicated?'
Yamcha heard her exhale deeply, and sped up, thinking that she was becoming impatient. His attention moved to her hair which was being blown by the harsh wind. She looked beautiful, there was no question about it, and he frowned to himself as she fidgeted nervously in her seat. 'She doesn't like me anymore, I can tell. Maybe if she paid more attention to me, then I wouldn't have to find attention elsewhere. It's her fault, not mine! Nothing's my fault; I'm the perfect guy!' He smirked to himself and two young women cycling into the city suddenly caught his attention. He winked at them, not caring about the fact he wasn't single and his girlfriend was sitting next to him. The girls giggled as he drove by, and Yamcha turned to see Bulma staring at him from the corner of his eye. "Don't give me that look Bulma!"
"Why shouldn't I Yamcha? C'mon! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't!"
"Look, I don't want to argue while I'm driving! Besides, I know them!"
"Oh! So you greet all your female 'acquaintances' with a flirty wink? PULEASE!"
"Bulma, I was only joking with them! You've got that tone in your voice again, that, 'I don't believe you' tone!"
"Well what the fuck do you expect me to say Yamcha? Huh? HUH? Because-" She was suddenly cut off as the car was hit by a large, bright light and sent swerving around a 270 degree turn. Bulma screamed while Yamcha tried to gain control of his red Porsche.
"Holy Shit!" He slammed his fists onto the steering wheel while Bulma caught her breath.
"What the hell just happened?" She was shaking, and Yamcha got out the car.
"FUCK!" He cursed, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
"WHAT!!?" Bulma got out the car too, and walked around to Yamcha. She gasped as she saw the side of the car, which was deeply dented. "This isn't real!" She cried, and Yamcha got back into the car.
"Hurry up!" He yelled, and she obeyed. "I dunno what that was, or where it came from, but the power I sensed was incredible! We could be in some serious trouble!" "So what are we gonna do now?"
"It could be following us. Let's keep going into the city, people may be in danger, and I might be able to help."
"WHAT ABOUT ME!?" Yamcha revved the car up and sped into the city. "I don't know, I guess you'll just have to tag along. Krillen, Tien, and Chiaotzu should be there already, or on their way. I'm hoping that they've sensed that incredible ki too."
Minutes later, they were in the city, and realised that their help was definitely needed. The city was in total chaos, and the exits were becoming gradually blocked. Buildings were on fire, streets were crowded with citizens and rubble, and a heavy smog layered the air, which was also filled with bright rays now and again. Moments after they got out of the car, a building collapsed and fell onto the bonnet. "MY CAR!!!" Yelled Yamcha, and Bulma stepped back. "MY FUCKING CAR! I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!"
"Believe it Yamcha, it's happening, and now, we're trapped." He turned round to face her, and she pointed at the road that they had just driven along into the city. Now, a bus and several cars were piled up, blocking it. The city had been minimised to a small area where everyone was trapped. It was like a tin of sardines as people looked for safe hiding places, but there were none. Bulma stood close to Yamcha, putting aside their previous quarrel and he instinctively put his arm around her.
"Bulma," she looked up at him, and he looked her straight in the eye. "I want you to know that I have, and always will love you." Her face screwed up with emotion, and she buried her face into his shirt.
"I...I love you too Yamcha." She sniffed back tears, and he hugged her tightly. They were forced to break apart however as the crowd gasped at the floating figure in the air. Bulma looked up, and watched as the man with spiky, gravity defying ebony hair descended onto an upturned lorry, where he stood with his arms crossed. Dressed in white and orange armour, white gloves, white boots, and a navy blue bodysuit, he possessed an aura of power and authority, even though he was only about 5`6". Bulma stared at him and sensed his immense power, feeling slightly scared, as well as noticing a tail behind him.
"People of Earth," he bellowed in a husky, regal voice of authority. "I, Prince Vegeta of the Saiyans, bring news of change to your pathetic planet. No longer will you live independent lives under the reign of weak democratic leaders. You and your planet are now property of the Frieza. Those who resist shall be disposed off, and those who don't may well be too. There is no room for the weak, only the strong survive!" Vegeta knew it wasn't his best of speeches, but it was to the point at least, and besides, he was frustrated by the journey and his state of 'heat.' The humans, however, only started to agitate him even more as they shuffled around, talking amongst themselves.
"SILENCE!" His voice echoed through the small, enclosed area, and the humans immediately became silent. "That's better. Now, some of you will be returning with us to Vegetasei as slaves. The rest of you will remain here and be instructed by General Kakarott." He searched the crowd for possible slaves, and then realised the reason why he had even come to this pathetic city. "Now, I'm looking for the scientist named Briefs. Does anyone want to tell me where I can find him? Or will I have to start a killing spree first?"
The crowd started to panic, and several people standing near Bulma instantly recognised her as Dr.Briefs' daughter. One man started to attack her with verbal abuse, and several others soon joined in. "Hey! You're that crazy freak's daughter! This is all your fault!"
"Yeah!"
"Turn yourself in bitch before we all get killed!"
"YEAH! Hey alien dude! This is Briefs over here!"
Vegeta turned to the commotion in the centre of the crowd, and Bulma shrieked as her eyes met with the Prince, then turned to face Yamcha, who held her close. Vegeta saw everything, and was not impressed. "I will ask one last time. Let the one named Briefs step forward!"
The crowd parted as best they could, leaving Bulma and Yamcha exposed. Vegeta scowled, 'now, which 1 is the scientist? This is a joke, they both look like bakas!" "Which one of you is Briefs?"
Yamcha stepped infront of Bulma and got into fighting stance. "There's no way your taking her!"
"You dare to defy the mighty prince Vegeta?" Yamcha made a face at him, and Vegeta frowned. "Out of my way weaklings," he yelled as walked through the crowd, and finally reached the couple with a smirk on his face. "You wish to fight me? Ha! Bring it on fool!" Yamcha pushed Bulma away from him and Vegeta sniggered.
"Be careful Yamcha!"
"Don't you worry about me Bulma. The guys will be here soon. We'll teach this monkey bastard a lesson!" Vegeta's face suddenly became serious, and Yamcha felt an increase in power.
"NOBODY INSULTS A SAIYAN!"
"Heh, well I just did!" Yamcha launched a surprise punch directly at Vegeta's face, but he didn't even attempt to dodge. His fist collided with the Saiyan's face, and there was a gasp from the crowd, as Vegeta didn't react. Yamcha's face, however, began to screw up in pain, and he felt pain shoot threw his stomach. "What the!? You got metal gloves on or something? I..I..I didn't even see you punch me!"
"Are you accusing me of cheating, fool? Fine then. To prove my strength, I will take off my gloves and armour. Then, I will kill you. Happy now?"
"No! No! Please! Don't kill me!" Vegeta laughed menacingly, and Yamcha looked over to Bulma who was trembling. "Take her! I don't want her; I don't even care about her! Just don't hurt me!" Vegeta looked at the young woman who was fuming, and then at Yamcha.
"I was going to 'take' her anyway and kill you, no matter what you said or did. Begging only makes me despise you even more."
"YAMCHA YOU BASTARD!" Screamed the woman, and Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her temper. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! JUST WAIT TIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!"
"Bulma, babe, calm down! We're in public!" He laughed nervously as the crowd watched.
"NO I WON'T FUCKIN CALM DOWN DICKWEED! YOU JUST TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME! AND NOW YOU'RE HANDING ME OVER TO SOME STRANGER? IM NOT YOUR FUCKIN HOAR!!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"I HATE YOU SO MUCH! AND I WANT THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD TO KNOW! I HATE YOU YAMCHA!!!!!!!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, and Vegeta grinned, liking the woman even more through her feistiness.
"Are you two quite done?"
"WAIT!" Yamcha begged, but Vegeta shook his head.
"Too late, your time is over." He charged up a ki ball and fired it at Yamcha who disappeared amongst the bright white blast. Bulma watched and trembled; Yamcha was dead, so what would happen to her? Was she going to die too? "You!" Vegeta turned to Bulma and she yelped. "You will come with me." He walked up to the blue-haired beauty, noticing her womanly curves and toned figure. Without warning, he picked her up and threw her over her shoulder, making her shriek and scream.
"AAAAH! PUT ME DOWN YOU BASTARD!" He ignored her and rose into the air, making her shriek and struggle under his tight grip.
"If I were you," he calmly suggested. " I would cut that out before you wear out my patience." She immediately stopped and blinked, allowing a tear to run down her cheek and fall down through the clouds to the ground below.
"Where are you taking me?" She plucked up the courage to ask him, and she wiped a tear off her cheek.
"To the ship." His tone was cold, and she decided not to question him anymore until she was on her own two feet again. 'I hate you Yamcha,' she thought to herself. 'I can't believe the nerve of you! I hope you burn in hell you bastard.'