"10 Things I Hate About You"
By: Pearl
April 27, 2003
A/N: Hey all! This is one of millions of fics that I have written, but never posted! LOL...seriously, though, I need to get with the program. I was thinking of a new fic to write, and decided to mess around with this lil idea. No, it's not based on the movie, I just used the title. Each chapter title will have one thing Vegeta can't stand about Bulma. There might be more than 10 chapters though...we'll see. I hope you enjoy this fic! BTW: it is B/V with a lil G/CC....
Disclaimer: I can only dream to own it...but I DON'T---SO THERE!
Chapter One: 1. You Always Interrupt My Training!
Vegeta considered himself lucky, for the time being, that the "baka onna" wasn't around. As far as he could tell, she was out shopping with Chi Chi, or on some stupid date with...err...what's-his-face. He smirked as a mental image of Yamcha exploding into a million pieces entered his mind. Ah well, he could only dream...
He zoomed over to the computer console of the Gravity Machine, pushing it up to 450 g's. For the eight months of his stay at Capsule Corp., he decided that it was good progress, but still not good enough. The Prince could taste the power of the Legendary Super Saiya-jin, and knew that it was near. How near, he wasn't sure. It aggrivated him to no end that a half-wit, third-class warrior could go Super. Vegeta shrugged off the anger, pressing the "Enter" key on the keypad. And, as always, the computer exploded in his face.
Vegeta grit his teeth, his finger still hovering over the enter key. His face was covered in black soot, and his hair was spiked straight back, instead of it's normal flame-shape...he growled in annoyance and threw his head back.....
"ONNA!!!!!!"
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Bulma smiled as she walked through the door of her home. A nice day of shopping at the mall had helped her relieve work-related stress and temporarily forget her problems. There was no doubt in her mind that something was wrong with her relationship with Yamcha. She had long gotten over his roving eye, but the fact still remained that he was not as serious about them as she was. The blue-haired genius sighed, threw her bags on the couch and walked into the kitchen.
Rummaging through the fridge, she found a nicely prepared bowl of salad, and her favorite fat-free dressing restocked. Another smile graced her lips and she pulled out a fork from a near-by drawer. Bulma sat down at the table, poured the dressing on the lettuce, and nearly got the scrumptious lettuce in her mouth when a resounding "BOOM!" echoed throughout the kitchen. She froze, wondering whether or not she should run outside. A ten second pause followed; she held her breath.
"ONNA!!!!!!"
A sigh escaped her lips as she threw down her fork.
' I should just sit here,' she thought, frowning at the door. 'Maybe he'll just fly away...or something...' Bulma smirked, grabbed her fork and continued with her lunch. 'This'll teach him.'
Her smirk widened as heavy, marching steps came up the pathway to the back door. A somewhat tall shadow fell over the door, their silhouette visible through the curtained window. Bulma placed her most innocent look on her face, praying that she wouldn't laugh, no matter how bad he looked. The door slammed open, making her jump, and a very ticked Vegeta stepped through the doorway.
The same soot-faced Vegeta was illuminated by the light. Bulma turned her head away, stiffling giggles that were flooding the dam. "Onna," Vegeta started in an eerily calm voice. 'Uh oh...he's gonna blow a fuse!' A tiny particle of fear crept to the back of her mind. "That piece of junk you call training equipment isn't working...again."
'PIECE OF JUNK?! That's it...he is so dead!' All fear was swept away by a very familiar feeling... "PIECE OF JUNK?!?! PIECE OF JUNK?!?! Listen hear bud, I worked really hard to fix that blasted machine yesterday, and you sure seemed in an awful hurry to lock yourself up in there. AND DON'T CALL ME ONNA! I have a name you know...BULMA...B-U-L-M-A!"
"Look ONNA, if you want to live through that battle against the Androids in less than three years, I suggest you go out there and fix the Gravity Room." "Not until you one: ask me nicely, two: call me by my name, and three: promise not to blow it up for at least another week."
"Ask you nicely? What on Earth are you talking about?" "Does the word 'please' sound familiar?" "Hmph, I, the Prince of all Saiya-jins, say please to a peasant like you? Never..." He turned towards the sink, turned on the faucet, and wet a napkin. Vegeta was appalled at the thought of having to ask the woman to do anything "nicely". Even thinking about it made him sick. He turned back to Bulma, cleaning of his face as she pursed her lips.
"Then no Gravity Room for you. If there's one thing you learn on Earth, it's gonna be manners." "No Gravity Room?" "No." Now there was something Vegeta couldn't deal with. No GR meant no training, which meant no Super Saiya-jin, which in turn, meant no beating the snot out of Kakarot. Not a fair deal...the Prince was shaken out of his thoughts as Bulma got up to leave the kitchen.
"Onn---** sigh ** Bulma, wait..." Bulma froze. 'He's never called me Bulma.' A small smile crept onto her face. 'I like the way he says my name...' She replaced the smile with a look of indifference and turned around. "Yeah?" "Would you PLEASE fix the GR?" Bulma broke out into a full-fledged grin. "Seems how you asked so nicely, I will." She squealed and ran up to him, throwing her arms around his neck. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" She whispered.
Vegeta felt his spine tingle. His mind reeled with new emotions. Sure, he considered the onna to be pretty...ok, drop dead gorgeous, but he would never admit that...aloud anyway. He just hated the (what's the word for it?)...closeness. The Prince allowed his hands to rest on her hips in an awkward hug, yet gently pushed her away after five seconds. "You're making me soft," he growled, turning on his heel to leave the kitchen. Bulma grinned.
"Oh! Wait a second! What exactly malfunctioned in the GR?" Vegeta paused in the doorway. "The computer. I tried to get it up to 450 g's but it just exploded." "Hmm...must've been defected, or OVERUSED!" "Whatever. Just get it fixed." He left without another word.
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Bulma twisted the phone chord around her finger, nervously chewing on her gum. This was the third factory she had called in West City, and all seemed to be out of a certain chip she needed for the computer console of the Gravity Room. The nearly-completed motherboard sat in front of her on a cluttered work bench. She heard the ruffling of papers on the other end of the line and vaguely wondered if the employee was just buying time.
"I'm sorry ma'am, we are currently out of stock on that model." "Just my luck," she muttered. "Thanks anyway." She slammed the phone down on the receiver. Her only other option at the moment was the one of the main factories in East City. 'Ugh! But that would take too long to send, not to mention the shipping charges.' Her nose twitched. 'Might as well, or else his Highness would throw a royal fit.' The blue-haired scientist reached for the phone and dialed the number.
(10 minutes later) "Yes! That chip will be here in tomorrow and Veggie can get back to his training." Bulma looked out the window, noting that the sun was shinning brightly. A perfect day to go to the beach. 'The beach...hmm...I wonder if Vegeta would want to go to the beach.' She knew that the Son family, plus Piccolo, were headed there in an hour or so. Chi Chi had invited her...
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Vegeta sat at the kitchen table, munching away at the large lunch Bulma had prepared. He began to think of his days with Frieza. It was hard to believe that the tyrant was dead. Unfortuantely, the Prince was still haunted by nightmares, some with Frieza, others with sins from the past. He knew his days of conquering and destroying planets were over, not that he couldn't start again at the drop of a hat. The idea of even stooping to that level sent chills down his back. No, he would not go back. 'I am getting soft...'
His thoughts began to wander over to his house-mate. Things had changed drastically since he took up residence at Capsule Corp. For one, he was treated as though he belonged (well, only by the elder Briefs woman...but she was something different). He was fed, clothed, given equipment to enhance his training, and a roof over his head. All the comforts of home. And of course, he was given his space, after all, he is an adult. The onna had contributed to his stay by the daily verbal bouts, something he looked forward to everyday. Vegeta had never been one to tolerate insubordination, but Bulma had a spark, or flare, that made him want to push her buttons and get a reaction. He smirked. Ah, yes, things wouldn't be the same without her...
"Hey Vegeta, you wanna go swimming?" Bulma walked into the kitchen, wearing a baggy t-shirt and tight swim shorts. "Swimming? Why the devil would I want to go swimming?" "Aww, come on! It'll be fun!" "What about the Gravity Room?" "The GR won't be fixed until tomorrow. I had to order a chip from a factory in East City, so you'll just have to wait."
Vegeta scowled. His training had gone downhill in the past week. Interruptions from God knows where popped up everyday. He crossed his arms over his chest. "No." "Vegeta...PLEASE?!?! Think of it as a one-day vacation. I've updated the Gravity Room, so it won't break again for a long time, and you can't do any training today cuz it's broken! Please?" She folded her hands and placed them under her chin, making her eyes glaze over with soon-to-be-coming tears. The flame-haired Prince's scowl deepened. He was having an inner battle. The advantages: he would get a single day of vacation that may not come for a few months and his body would be able to rest. The disadvantages: he would get further behind in his training and in reaching his goal to go Super. Then again, he had no GR to work with.
"Fine," he huffed, placing his dishes in the sink. He heard Bulma squeal. "Great! This will be so fun, and we'll both get a much needed vacation. I put a pair of swimming trunks on your bed, so get dressed and we'll be on our way." "On our way to wear?" "The beach silly. Where else would you go swimming?" "Obviously the pool in our backyard..."
Bulma sweat-dropped. "The beach is better, and it doesn't have that chlorine smell either." Vegeta shrugged and headed off to his bedroom.
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Whelp, that's about all for now, I'm working on the next chapter right now: 2. You're Always On My Mind. It'll be packed with fun, laughter, and a whole lotta romance! Hee Hee!! ^_~ So watch for my next chapter that may come out sometime this week...remember to review!!!
Ja Ne! ~* Pearl *~ ^_^ Da Super Soccer Onna
A/N: Hey all! This is one of millions of fics that I have written, but never posted! LOL...seriously, though, I need to get with the program. I was thinking of a new fic to write, and decided to mess around with this lil idea. No, it's not based on the movie, I just used the title. Each chapter title will have one thing Vegeta can't stand about Bulma. There might be more than 10 chapters though...we'll see. I hope you enjoy this fic! BTW: it is B/V with a lil G/CC....
Disclaimer: I can only dream to own it...but I DON'T---SO THERE!
Chapter One: 1. You Always Interrupt My Training!
Vegeta considered himself lucky, for the time being, that the "baka onna" wasn't around. As far as he could tell, she was out shopping with Chi Chi, or on some stupid date with...err...what's-his-face. He smirked as a mental image of Yamcha exploding into a million pieces entered his mind. Ah well, he could only dream...
He zoomed over to the computer console of the Gravity Machine, pushing it up to 450 g's. For the eight months of his stay at Capsule Corp., he decided that it was good progress, but still not good enough. The Prince could taste the power of the Legendary Super Saiya-jin, and knew that it was near. How near, he wasn't sure. It aggrivated him to no end that a half-wit, third-class warrior could go Super. Vegeta shrugged off the anger, pressing the "Enter" key on the keypad. And, as always, the computer exploded in his face.
Vegeta grit his teeth, his finger still hovering over the enter key. His face was covered in black soot, and his hair was spiked straight back, instead of it's normal flame-shape...he growled in annoyance and threw his head back.....
"ONNA!!!!!!"
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Bulma smiled as she walked through the door of her home. A nice day of shopping at the mall had helped her relieve work-related stress and temporarily forget her problems. There was no doubt in her mind that something was wrong with her relationship with Yamcha. She had long gotten over his roving eye, but the fact still remained that he was not as serious about them as she was. The blue-haired genius sighed, threw her bags on the couch and walked into the kitchen.
Rummaging through the fridge, she found a nicely prepared bowl of salad, and her favorite fat-free dressing restocked. Another smile graced her lips and she pulled out a fork from a near-by drawer. Bulma sat down at the table, poured the dressing on the lettuce, and nearly got the scrumptious lettuce in her mouth when a resounding "BOOM!" echoed throughout the kitchen. She froze, wondering whether or not she should run outside. A ten second pause followed; she held her breath.
"ONNA!!!!!!"
A sigh escaped her lips as she threw down her fork.
' I should just sit here,' she thought, frowning at the door. 'Maybe he'll just fly away...or something...' Bulma smirked, grabbed her fork and continued with her lunch. 'This'll teach him.'
Her smirk widened as heavy, marching steps came up the pathway to the back door. A somewhat tall shadow fell over the door, their silhouette visible through the curtained window. Bulma placed her most innocent look on her face, praying that she wouldn't laugh, no matter how bad he looked. The door slammed open, making her jump, and a very ticked Vegeta stepped through the doorway.
The same soot-faced Vegeta was illuminated by the light. Bulma turned her head away, stiffling giggles that were flooding the dam. "Onna," Vegeta started in an eerily calm voice. 'Uh oh...he's gonna blow a fuse!' A tiny particle of fear crept to the back of her mind. "That piece of junk you call training equipment isn't working...again."
'PIECE OF JUNK?! That's it...he is so dead!' All fear was swept away by a very familiar feeling... "PIECE OF JUNK?!?! PIECE OF JUNK?!?! Listen hear bud, I worked really hard to fix that blasted machine yesterday, and you sure seemed in an awful hurry to lock yourself up in there. AND DON'T CALL ME ONNA! I have a name you know...BULMA...B-U-L-M-A!"
"Look ONNA, if you want to live through that battle against the Androids in less than three years, I suggest you go out there and fix the Gravity Room." "Not until you one: ask me nicely, two: call me by my name, and three: promise not to blow it up for at least another week."
"Ask you nicely? What on Earth are you talking about?" "Does the word 'please' sound familiar?" "Hmph, I, the Prince of all Saiya-jins, say please to a peasant like you? Never..." He turned towards the sink, turned on the faucet, and wet a napkin. Vegeta was appalled at the thought of having to ask the woman to do anything "nicely". Even thinking about it made him sick. He turned back to Bulma, cleaning of his face as she pursed her lips.
"Then no Gravity Room for you. If there's one thing you learn on Earth, it's gonna be manners." "No Gravity Room?" "No." Now there was something Vegeta couldn't deal with. No GR meant no training, which meant no Super Saiya-jin, which in turn, meant no beating the snot out of Kakarot. Not a fair deal...the Prince was shaken out of his thoughts as Bulma got up to leave the kitchen.
"Onn---** sigh ** Bulma, wait..." Bulma froze. 'He's never called me Bulma.' A small smile crept onto her face. 'I like the way he says my name...' She replaced the smile with a look of indifference and turned around. "Yeah?" "Would you PLEASE fix the GR?" Bulma broke out into a full-fledged grin. "Seems how you asked so nicely, I will." She squealed and ran up to him, throwing her arms around his neck. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" She whispered.
Vegeta felt his spine tingle. His mind reeled with new emotions. Sure, he considered the onna to be pretty...ok, drop dead gorgeous, but he would never admit that...aloud anyway. He just hated the (what's the word for it?)...closeness. The Prince allowed his hands to rest on her hips in an awkward hug, yet gently pushed her away after five seconds. "You're making me soft," he growled, turning on his heel to leave the kitchen. Bulma grinned.
"Oh! Wait a second! What exactly malfunctioned in the GR?" Vegeta paused in the doorway. "The computer. I tried to get it up to 450 g's but it just exploded." "Hmm...must've been defected, or OVERUSED!" "Whatever. Just get it fixed." He left without another word.
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Bulma twisted the phone chord around her finger, nervously chewing on her gum. This was the third factory she had called in West City, and all seemed to be out of a certain chip she needed for the computer console of the Gravity Room. The nearly-completed motherboard sat in front of her on a cluttered work bench. She heard the ruffling of papers on the other end of the line and vaguely wondered if the employee was just buying time.
"I'm sorry ma'am, we are currently out of stock on that model." "Just my luck," she muttered. "Thanks anyway." She slammed the phone down on the receiver. Her only other option at the moment was the one of the main factories in East City. 'Ugh! But that would take too long to send, not to mention the shipping charges.' Her nose twitched. 'Might as well, or else his Highness would throw a royal fit.' The blue-haired scientist reached for the phone and dialed the number.
(10 minutes later) "Yes! That chip will be here in tomorrow and Veggie can get back to his training." Bulma looked out the window, noting that the sun was shinning brightly. A perfect day to go to the beach. 'The beach...hmm...I wonder if Vegeta would want to go to the beach.' She knew that the Son family, plus Piccolo, were headed there in an hour or so. Chi Chi had invited her...
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Vegeta sat at the kitchen table, munching away at the large lunch Bulma had prepared. He began to think of his days with Frieza. It was hard to believe that the tyrant was dead. Unfortuantely, the Prince was still haunted by nightmares, some with Frieza, others with sins from the past. He knew his days of conquering and destroying planets were over, not that he couldn't start again at the drop of a hat. The idea of even stooping to that level sent chills down his back. No, he would not go back. 'I am getting soft...'
His thoughts began to wander over to his house-mate. Things had changed drastically since he took up residence at Capsule Corp. For one, he was treated as though he belonged (well, only by the elder Briefs woman...but she was something different). He was fed, clothed, given equipment to enhance his training, and a roof over his head. All the comforts of home. And of course, he was given his space, after all, he is an adult. The onna had contributed to his stay by the daily verbal bouts, something he looked forward to everyday. Vegeta had never been one to tolerate insubordination, but Bulma had a spark, or flare, that made him want to push her buttons and get a reaction. He smirked. Ah, yes, things wouldn't be the same without her...
"Hey Vegeta, you wanna go swimming?" Bulma walked into the kitchen, wearing a baggy t-shirt and tight swim shorts. "Swimming? Why the devil would I want to go swimming?" "Aww, come on! It'll be fun!" "What about the Gravity Room?" "The GR won't be fixed until tomorrow. I had to order a chip from a factory in East City, so you'll just have to wait."
Vegeta scowled. His training had gone downhill in the past week. Interruptions from God knows where popped up everyday. He crossed his arms over his chest. "No." "Vegeta...PLEASE?!?! Think of it as a one-day vacation. I've updated the Gravity Room, so it won't break again for a long time, and you can't do any training today cuz it's broken! Please?" She folded her hands and placed them under her chin, making her eyes glaze over with soon-to-be-coming tears. The flame-haired Prince's scowl deepened. He was having an inner battle. The advantages: he would get a single day of vacation that may not come for a few months and his body would be able to rest. The disadvantages: he would get further behind in his training and in reaching his goal to go Super. Then again, he had no GR to work with.
"Fine," he huffed, placing his dishes in the sink. He heard Bulma squeal. "Great! This will be so fun, and we'll both get a much needed vacation. I put a pair of swimming trunks on your bed, so get dressed and we'll be on our way." "On our way to wear?" "The beach silly. Where else would you go swimming?" "Obviously the pool in our backyard..."
Bulma sweat-dropped. "The beach is better, and it doesn't have that chlorine smell either." Vegeta shrugged and headed off to his bedroom.
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Whelp, that's about all for now, I'm working on the next chapter right now: 2. You're Always On My Mind. It'll be packed with fun, laughter, and a whole lotta romance! Hee Hee!! ^_~ So watch for my next chapter that may come out sometime this week...remember to review!!!
Ja Ne! ~* Pearl *~ ^_^ Da Super Soccer Onna