DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT
I definitely do not own Bridget Jones's Diary, written by Helen Fielding
This is based on the missing three years… OF COURSE… as usual… anyway. Hope you like it. READ AND REVIEW
Bulma Briefs's Diary
Chapter 3
February
Must have happy thoughts
2 February
116 lbs. Alcohol units: none. Cigarettes: 19. Calories: 1500
Noon. CC. My lab: I decided to work harder to clear my mind. Lately I've been having nightmares about destruction and such.
Hanging 'round the house all day didn't help since both Yamucha and Vegeta are training hard, reminding me of the oncoming battle with the androids.
Late night. CC. My bedroom: After cooking a massive dinner, decided to lock myself in the lab and work all night. Didn't make much progress, though.
Ended up going back to bed.
Now… Where the fuck have my parents gone?
3 February
116 lbs. Alcohol units: none. Cigarettes: 13. Calories: 1572
Late night. CC. Kitchen: What a day! GT room broke down and I had to put up with Vegeta's smirk for over 6 hours till I had it working properly again.
Yamucha has lost it, I'm afraid. Seems to be obsessed 'bout Vegeta's training.
11 February
117 lbs. Alcohol units: 5 (drowning possible flu virus). Cigarettes: 27 (fumigating possible flu virus). Calories: 1207
Early afternoon. CC. Backyard: Sat in the garden while my mother worked on her flowers (did that sound as if it had erotic connotations?)
Mum and dad returned from Kami-knows-where two days ago.
Vegeta seemed relieved when my mother resumed her cooking instead of me. Yamucha is still acting weird.
10 p.m. CC. My bedroom: after dinning with my parents I spent a while spying on Yamucha's training.
When I walked upstairs I found Vegeta coming out of the bathroom, this time fully dressed for bed (and by fully dressed for bed I mean "dressed in his pants… and that's about it"…)
He looked tired, but still managed to smirk at me.
Lately I've found it easier to read Vegeta's character. I guess it's because I'm getting used to his presence. He hasn't threatened me with blasting me to oblivion. Maybe he's just too tired…
14 February
117 lbs. Alcohol units: 20… something… Cigarettes: 37. Calories: 3482.
Late night. CC. Bedroom: I hate Valentine's Day… Always had. What's the use on having a boyfriend if you hardly ever see him? I've never received one single card from him… Never Ever…
Most years my brain just skips 14 February (self-defence mechanism). This year I could hardly escape from it… My whole house looked like a strawberry. Pink everywhere you look… Hearts, little cupids, heart-shaped chocolates, LIVING HELL.
Mum prepared a special meal for Yamucha and I. We both had lunch in the backyard.
After lunch, we spent a little time together and Vegeta caught us in our first kiss in… what… a month?
He looked plainly disgusted. He yelled at us about behaving in public specially in front of him… yadayadayada… Luckily my mother came out of nowhere and handed him a massive amount of Valentine's cards (She also mailed about 40 cards for Goku).
And… let me tell you… did those cards burn fast!
Mum wasn't even affected by this turning down… Basically 'cause she had a whole storage room crowded just with Cards for Vegeta.
After that, Yamucha returned to his training and I spent the rest of the day in my lab.
Note to self: Work on a time machine to skip Valentine's Day next year.
20 February
117 lbs. Alcohol units: 2. Cigarettes: 25. Calories: 907
Early morning. CC. Kitchen: Just prepared breakfast for Vegeta and Yamucha. They both practically vacuumed it, leaving shortly after.
Mum came into the kitchen with come large bags.
- Darling, look what I just bought!
- Mum. It's 8 a.m. where could you possibly have bought all that?
- The overnight store that opened a while ago. Look what I got for young handsome Vegeta!
She showed me some leather pants. I just smirked.
- He'll love 'em, Mum. (Try not to laugh, try not to laugh, try not to laugh…)
- And this I got for you!
She… sheeee… sometimes she can be so… UGHHH! Yellow… the fucking dress is… Yellow.
- Thurk!… I mean… Thanks… Mum…
She started showing me all her new stuff. In a few seconds, the kitchen was crowded with her shopping bags and her new… everything…
- Mum… How long did you spend in that store?
- Some four hours- she chirped happily.
- You went there four hours ago???!!!
- You see, your father woke me up in the middle of the night to give me my late Valentine's surprise. I was just dozing off when I felt his huge…
- OH! MUM! STOP! YUCK!!!!!! STOP! CUT IT OUT!…
I covered my ears and hummed loudly to avoid listening to the details of my parent's sex life.
I'm still throwing up…
11 p.m. CC. My bedroom: I just heard Vegeta going to bed. I guess he called it a day.
24 February
118 (!) lbs. Alcohol units: 5. Cigarettes: 31. Calories: 997.
2 p.m. Fixed the Gravity Room.
3 p.m. Fixed the GT room again.
4 p.m. Fixed the GT room again.
5 p.m. And again.
7 p.m. Just when I thought it was over… Had to fix it again.
8 p.m. And yet again!
10 p.m. AND AGAIN.
11 p.m. FUCK VEGETA! Why doesn't he just go to bed!
11,39 p.m. After threatening him with a weekend alone with my mother, I managed to convince him to go to bed. He blackmailed me, though. I had to promise I'd wake up whenever he woke up and fix the GT room first thing in the morning.
25 February
118 lbs. Alcohol units: none. Cigarettes: 14. Calories: … Have no idea.
10 a.m. CC. Kitchen: Been awoke for ages. Eyes keep closing. Fixed the GT room… Feel too tired right now.
12 p.m. CC. My bedroom: Just woke up. Where was I? Oh, yes. Vegeta woke me up at 5!
Fixed the GT room and then fixed his breakfast.
Yamucha showed up much later.
- What are you doing here Bulma?
-…
- Bulma?
- Too… tired… to talk… Breakfast… Table… eat.
He left puzzled after padding my shoulder.
- You should go back to bed.
Late night. CC. My bedroom: Uh… Feel tired. Luckily, it seems I did a good job repairing the GT room today. Didn't hear any more complaints from Vegeta.
27 February
118 lbs. Alcohol units: 2. Cigarettes: 19. Calories: 2016
Late night. CC. My bedroom: Woke up to the sound of Vegeta going to bed. I was mad as Hell. On my way to the bathroom, I looked out of the window and say the GT room's lights on. Put on my robe and mentally prepared myself for a yelling session with Vegeta. "You can't expect the GT room to work properly if you leave the lights on all night…"
But on my way out of the bathroom I looked again and saw the lights were off.
I sat on my bed. I really must be loosing it…
28 February
118 lbs. Alcohol units: 1. Cigarettes: 15. Calories: 3021 (v.b.!) Negative thoughts: 35 (approx. based on av. per minute) Positive thoughts: none. Time spent on counting thoughts: 4 minutes.
Food consumed today:
4 large cups of coffee
1 piece of roasted chicken with mashed potatoes
5 slices of different kinds of cakes Mum bought from the new bakery near CC. Building.
2 Glasses of milk
1 Cup of tea
½ Cream roll, since the other half ended spread on my face.
Early morning. CC. Kitchen: The house seems empty. Dad's in his lab. Mum's gone shopping. Yamucha's training with Puar and Vegeta's already in the GT room. Sure he's going to kill himself one of these days.
I quite enjoy silence, but I rather have a noisy life.
Noon. CC. Kitchen: Mum arrived with a thousand bags. Don't even what to know…
Vegeta didn't show up for lunch. Yamucha's acting very weird, as if he was keeping something from me.
Decided to ignore him, though not a very mature thing to do.
I have to admit I'm worried… What about?… Don't really know.
Evening. CC. Vegeta's room: Here I am, looking at the fallen prince, covered with bandages and an oxygen mask on his face. How did this happen?
I was having tea with Mum. She had bought some sweets in a new bakery.
- I thing you should invite that young Vegeta.
- He's training, Mum. That's all he does. And he hates to be interrupted.
- Awww, now, dear. I understand you are all grumpy because young Yamucha and handsome Vegeta haven't been paying a lot of attention on you…
- Mum… I assume you're joking – I said angrily.
- That boy is remarkable. He destroyed all my robots and is now training at 3000 gs. – Said my father as he walked in the living room.
- I think I'll invite that nice Goku to come along with me to the bakery. He's so muscular and handsome…
I just looked at her… She often would enter her own fantasy world.
- Maybe I should take both, Goku and Vegeta on a double date – She sentenced.
I choked. I mumbled "Wacko" as I bit a piece of cream roll. Suddenly, we felt a huge shaking. The whole house shook.
We all run towards the backyard only to find the GT room in pieces. It had exploded. It was a fucking ruin.
But in that moment, I wasn't worried about the destructed GT room. I panicked 'cause I couldn't see Vegeta anywhere.
I started digging as Yamucha yelled something at my back that I couldn't listen.
That was an odd feeling. I could sense nothing but the blood pumping in my ears.
Suddenly, a hand emerged from the pieces of metal. That scared the shit out of me.
After the hand, came an arm, and then the complete Vegeta emerged to the surface. He was a rag. He could barely move. Yet I gathered some air and cried out.
- You're alive!!
- Of course I am… - me mumbled.
- You almost destroyed my house!!
The jerk just smirked before collapsing. Can he have an attitude!
I rushed to him. I was worried. Genuinely worried.
Ok, I've totally lost it. I was worried about a man who killed who-knows-how-many people.
I held him.
- Don't make a fool of yourself. You're interrupting my training…
- Training? You're a bloody mess… LITERALLY!
- Only minor scratches… - He obviously lied. - I'll show everyone who I am… The Prince of all Saiyans… I'll surpass that idiot Kakarott…
- I know that… You'll surpass him, all right… But first listen to me…
- Don't boss me around, woman…
That was all he said before falling unconscious.
Yamucha and Dad managed to take him to his room. My mother just kept weeping without stop.
After cleansing and bandaging his wounds we decided it was best just to let him rest.
I didn't seem to be able to leave him there, by himself…
He muttered something in his sleep. Something about Goku.
I decided I couldn't leave his side… I just stayed there. Watching him sleep, having what seemed terrible nightmares.
Why am I sitting here? Why am I holding his hand?
My father said he was very lucky to survive.
Why does my heart shrink?
Late night. CC. Vegeta's room: Mum brought me dinner. She just smiled sympathetically to… me?
- He'll be alright, dearest… You'll see…
I just nodded. Sure he'll be, all right. He's the Prince of all Saiyans.
Author's notes:
I thing I MUST make some comments on this chapter… And about the whole story so far.
I've added some extra characters in the story you'll see in future chapters, but they really won't be of any importance.
My story is based, as I said above, in Helen Fielding's Bridget Jones's Diary, one of the funniest books I've ever read. The movie is great too… Actually, I'm a huge fan of the movie.
What you'll see in my story is how Bulma and Vegeta SLOWLY get to… you know… Care about each other… We'll miss all Vegeta's thoughts, but actually you can tell his intentions very easily.
I chose a different Bulma/Yamucha breaking up, cause I really don't think he's a cheating bastard… Just a flirtatious one. And I don't think Bulma is an angel either. She's a thirty years-old woman, growing desperate to get a thirty-years-old-woman life. It's simple.
As you might have already noticed, although she does not want her life to spin around Vegeta's, she's constantly thinking about him, but that does not mean she's in love with him… Remember, she's still Yamucha's girlfriend and she does have a moral.
Of course I've exaggerated her drinking and smoking, just to make her life closer to a real thirty years-old British woman, because Bridget Jones is like that.
Other DB Characters will seldom show up, since in the series they don't seem to get together often during those THREE YEARS. If they had, how wouldn't they have known Yamucha and Bulma were no longer together and that Bulma had Vegeta's child… ?
Anyway, that's all for now… Further comments on future chapters.
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Next chapter: March (DUH!): Growing apart
Misa Kats
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