Neighbors
POAS
Yea . . . I don't finish my stories . . . Nevertheless, I love you guys anyway! Anyway, this is a story about two ordinary people who live next to each other and work in the same building. Bulma has developed a crush on her neighbor, Vegeta, who has liked her since childhood.
I don't own DBZ, but with as many DVDs as I have, I should have at least one share of FuniMation stock!
The evil BV-er,
POAS
Prologue
I See You
Just another plain old day in the suburbs of West City, trash day once again, everyone synced his or her watch to come out of his or her house at the same time to place the trash on the curb. Unknown to everyone except for the culprit, the blue eyed, blue haired wonder waited by her door until she had a sign her male neighbor was delivering his trash to the curb. Both dressed in their business garb, they walked step to step to the curb, each holding a small tin of garbage barely full by the handle spot wielded to the side, and in the other hand a green crate full of recyclables. The two shared a smile and a friendly wave as they headed back into the houses from which they had come, the other neighbors obvious of the connection between the two.
Bulma sighed to herself; his smile was always friendly in that oddly sexy way. His smile, an almost smirk, revealed the sharp canines that had grown in over his other teeth giving him an almost vampire look. She shivered lightly at the thought of him biting her neck and sucking away her very life but in a way, he already had. This crush she had on him had developed slowly over time, one of those long drawn out ones. Nevertheless, without any guts of her own, she kept her feelings toward him to herself, for the most part. However, when a gathering was set and everyone was to be there, the flirting Bulma emerged and Vegeta found out the hard way she liked to grope his almost skinny figure. Bulma grinned at the memories of high school, he was such a . . . an indescribable, necessary evil.
They had met in a foreign language class, one she had long forgotten, they met eyes a few times, but other than that, it was nothing. Later on in the year, second semester to be precise, they had struck up an odd friendship and yet there were still no deep feelings, just feelings of mutual liking. However, her heart began to pang and wander toward him during summer school. Yes, Bulma Briefs, genius extraordinaire had miserably failed her English classes the year prior and the last semester of her sophomore year. On the other hand, she excelled at science; English was just not her forte. She sighed softly as she remembered that one day she had gathered her guts and written him a note detailing her crush, and he had declined as politely as he could manage. The look on his face as he tried to keep it straight was one of steel and stone, though his deep brown eyes argued other wise. She ducked her head as she climbed into her champagne colored Altima, she heard her door closed and her seat-belt lock, her engine came to life on it's own, and she pulled away, her mind now shifted into auto-pilot.
Bulma sighed softly from her small cubicle, she may have been a genius but this was an entry-level position and showing off her big brain would only make more and more people hate her. Ok, so she didn't have a big brain, she only excelled in science and loved to read romance/angst stories with a twist of drama and action/adventure, nevertheless people caught onto the genius inside and most choose not to speak to her. She continued typing out a complaint from a customer she had on the line, though she was hardly paying any attention to the ranting and raving of the psychopath on the other end. She wasn't the only distracted one.
Two cubicles down and three to the right, Vegeta sat at his desk munching on a Slim Jim, his fourth that morning. He looked under his desk at the trashcan, which was brimming with wrappers from various candy and meat by-products. He was a victim of hypoglycemia, low blood sugar, which forced him to eat sweets constantly for fear of becoming irrational and severely irritable. Again, he munched in silence, his mind letting him rest for a brief moment, as if in the eye of a storm. Then all hell broke loose. Bulma was the first pulsing thought that came to mind and with his fine tuned hearing, he could hear her from his position in the room, the acoustics in this place were awesome. He grinned through his Slim Jim; she was always there for him when he needed a female to talk to, though he was often reluctant to ask her for help at all. In fact, he never asked her for help or her advice, but it was always given. He hated her for that, however, in the end, he had listened and the forced advice had worked. He shook his head in effort to clear his thoughts of her, the corner of his lips twitched in annoyance, stupid ugly beautifully smart idiot.
There they were again, sitting as far away from each other as humanly possible, but even then, they were still bound by some unseen bond that dove deeper than they had ever wanted. Both Bulma and Vegeta sighed and tried to return to their previous work. They failed. Miserably.
Lunch, lunch, lunch was the only coherent thought on Vegeta's mind as he weaved through the crowd of people talking and those just standing around, waiting for someone to tell them what to order. He murmured all the delicious meals he could chew on for the next hour of wasted time, hmm number six sounded exceptionally delicious today. And so, with his order in mind, he walked forward to the cash register only to find Bulma directly in front of him.
Ha, ha, Bulma grinned to herself. She loved his inability to decide what his next meal would include. She heard him chuckle softly from behind her; it was high school all over again for her. She turned her head to grin at him over her shoulder, but when she did, she found him gone! Whipping her head back around, she found that Vegeta was already ordering his meal.
"Hey!" she mocked pouted.
"What number do you want?" he ignored her.
She blinked rapidly. He frowned at her, she was completely indecisive, he turned around again and sighed, treating her to lunch would be a nice gesture, therefore he took the money from her hand and paid for the two number six's. With her mouth agape, she followed Vegeta to the 'Pick Up' line as they waited for their ticket to be called.
"You stole my money," she was still in shock.
"It paid for your meal," he retorted.
"You also took my gas money! My car is almost on 'E'!"
He "hmm-ed" thoughtfully, before turning his head away from her effectively shutting her out for the moment. Dejected, Bulma stood in silence next to the very man she had liked since she was a junior in high school. She stared into the crowd of people suddenly feeling alone and cold. Vegeta did not come to her rescue, and she hadn't expected him to either instead he brought her a tray of food and led her to a table by the window. It was one of the things he remembered; she loved window seats, especially on buses. She stared down at her spicy beef and broccoli stir- fry and her face almost lit up with joy, he remembered after all.
He watched her eat in silence, examining her with an almost smile.
"Bulma," he let her name roll of his tongue.
She looked up and gave a small "mm" noise in the back of her throat. He gave her a left sided, toothy smirk. He tossed his head back aways, a way to say, "what's up?" without voicing it. She smiled and swallowed her mouthful of deliciously hot and spicy beef with rice and a small piece of broccoli.
"Nothing much," she said before placing another spoonful of food in her mouth. "How about you?" she spoke around her bite.
He gave a small shrug, his eyes never leaving hers, "Nothing really."
She nodded in understanding and for the next few minutes, they ate in silence, occasionally catching eyes. When they finished, Vegeta took the two trays without a word and disappeared among the small crowd of people that had gathered in the line. Bulma gave a small sigh, here she was sitting with the guy she could say she loved and she barely said a word to him. She watched as he wordlessly sat down, his face set with that small frown he often carried as he watched the city live just outside the window.
"What'cha thinking about," Bulma explored gently.
He turned his head to look at her, his brown eyes softened at the sight of her beautiful face, her hair pulled back into a loose bun and her blue eyes gleaming happy and sad energy at the same time, giving them a wonderful mix of a breathtaking and delicate nature. Slowly he turned to fully face her, his eyes staring at the faux marble table below him. He shook his head slowly yet continued to stare at his folded hands, Vegeta was never one to get nervous.
"Any new girls in your life," Bulma teased lightly.
He chuckled and raised his eyes to look into hers. "No," he said solidly.
"What ever happened between you and-"
"She moved away. Besides, she was seeing another guy soon after."
"Ah."
"How about you?"
"Oh, well, in high school my best friend, ChiChi, started dating my ex, Goku, and well I guess they were well suited because I got an invitation in the mail. I still have no idea how they got my address."
"Hnh."
"It's depressing when I think about it. A few years ago, I was talking to my other ex, Yamcha, and we almost got back together but I was being held back at the time so, it didn't work out between us. I've actually stopped looking for love, there's no point now."
"I know what you mean."
This was the longest conversation the two had had in months and one of the few about love or relationships or anything remotely romantic. She sighed softly, her male companion pretended not to notice.
"You know, Vegeta, I never-"she started.
"I know," he cut in curtly.
"Then-"
"Don't," he half-pleaded. "It'll ruin the friendship."
"I understand," she said half-heartedly.
They left lunch together and by the end of the day, the friendship continued with buried feelings underneath neither could come to proper terms with. However, this is where our story begins.
AN: I'm going back and editing some thing to change it a bit but for the most part these chapters are the same.
POAS
POAS
Yea . . . I don't finish my stories . . . Nevertheless, I love you guys anyway! Anyway, this is a story about two ordinary people who live next to each other and work in the same building. Bulma has developed a crush on her neighbor, Vegeta, who has liked her since childhood.
I don't own DBZ, but with as many DVDs as I have, I should have at least one share of FuniMation stock!
The evil BV-er,
POAS
Prologue
I See You
Just another plain old day in the suburbs of West City, trash day once again, everyone synced his or her watch to come out of his or her house at the same time to place the trash on the curb. Unknown to everyone except for the culprit, the blue eyed, blue haired wonder waited by her door until she had a sign her male neighbor was delivering his trash to the curb. Both dressed in their business garb, they walked step to step to the curb, each holding a small tin of garbage barely full by the handle spot wielded to the side, and in the other hand a green crate full of recyclables. The two shared a smile and a friendly wave as they headed back into the houses from which they had come, the other neighbors obvious of the connection between the two.
Bulma sighed to herself; his smile was always friendly in that oddly sexy way. His smile, an almost smirk, revealed the sharp canines that had grown in over his other teeth giving him an almost vampire look. She shivered lightly at the thought of him biting her neck and sucking away her very life but in a way, he already had. This crush she had on him had developed slowly over time, one of those long drawn out ones. Nevertheless, without any guts of her own, she kept her feelings toward him to herself, for the most part. However, when a gathering was set and everyone was to be there, the flirting Bulma emerged and Vegeta found out the hard way she liked to grope his almost skinny figure. Bulma grinned at the memories of high school, he was such a . . . an indescribable, necessary evil.
They had met in a foreign language class, one she had long forgotten, they met eyes a few times, but other than that, it was nothing. Later on in the year, second semester to be precise, they had struck up an odd friendship and yet there were still no deep feelings, just feelings of mutual liking. However, her heart began to pang and wander toward him during summer school. Yes, Bulma Briefs, genius extraordinaire had miserably failed her English classes the year prior and the last semester of her sophomore year. On the other hand, she excelled at science; English was just not her forte. She sighed softly as she remembered that one day she had gathered her guts and written him a note detailing her crush, and he had declined as politely as he could manage. The look on his face as he tried to keep it straight was one of steel and stone, though his deep brown eyes argued other wise. She ducked her head as she climbed into her champagne colored Altima, she heard her door closed and her seat-belt lock, her engine came to life on it's own, and she pulled away, her mind now shifted into auto-pilot.
Bulma sighed softly from her small cubicle, she may have been a genius but this was an entry-level position and showing off her big brain would only make more and more people hate her. Ok, so she didn't have a big brain, she only excelled in science and loved to read romance/angst stories with a twist of drama and action/adventure, nevertheless people caught onto the genius inside and most choose not to speak to her. She continued typing out a complaint from a customer she had on the line, though she was hardly paying any attention to the ranting and raving of the psychopath on the other end. She wasn't the only distracted one.
Two cubicles down and three to the right, Vegeta sat at his desk munching on a Slim Jim, his fourth that morning. He looked under his desk at the trashcan, which was brimming with wrappers from various candy and meat by-products. He was a victim of hypoglycemia, low blood sugar, which forced him to eat sweets constantly for fear of becoming irrational and severely irritable. Again, he munched in silence, his mind letting him rest for a brief moment, as if in the eye of a storm. Then all hell broke loose. Bulma was the first pulsing thought that came to mind and with his fine tuned hearing, he could hear her from his position in the room, the acoustics in this place were awesome. He grinned through his Slim Jim; she was always there for him when he needed a female to talk to, though he was often reluctant to ask her for help at all. In fact, he never asked her for help or her advice, but it was always given. He hated her for that, however, in the end, he had listened and the forced advice had worked. He shook his head in effort to clear his thoughts of her, the corner of his lips twitched in annoyance, stupid ugly beautifully smart idiot.
There they were again, sitting as far away from each other as humanly possible, but even then, they were still bound by some unseen bond that dove deeper than they had ever wanted. Both Bulma and Vegeta sighed and tried to return to their previous work. They failed. Miserably.
Lunch, lunch, lunch was the only coherent thought on Vegeta's mind as he weaved through the crowd of people talking and those just standing around, waiting for someone to tell them what to order. He murmured all the delicious meals he could chew on for the next hour of wasted time, hmm number six sounded exceptionally delicious today. And so, with his order in mind, he walked forward to the cash register only to find Bulma directly in front of him.
Ha, ha, Bulma grinned to herself. She loved his inability to decide what his next meal would include. She heard him chuckle softly from behind her; it was high school all over again for her. She turned her head to grin at him over her shoulder, but when she did, she found him gone! Whipping her head back around, she found that Vegeta was already ordering his meal.
"Hey!" she mocked pouted.
"What number do you want?" he ignored her.
She blinked rapidly. He frowned at her, she was completely indecisive, he turned around again and sighed, treating her to lunch would be a nice gesture, therefore he took the money from her hand and paid for the two number six's. With her mouth agape, she followed Vegeta to the 'Pick Up' line as they waited for their ticket to be called.
"You stole my money," she was still in shock.
"It paid for your meal," he retorted.
"You also took my gas money! My car is almost on 'E'!"
He "hmm-ed" thoughtfully, before turning his head away from her effectively shutting her out for the moment. Dejected, Bulma stood in silence next to the very man she had liked since she was a junior in high school. She stared into the crowd of people suddenly feeling alone and cold. Vegeta did not come to her rescue, and she hadn't expected him to either instead he brought her a tray of food and led her to a table by the window. It was one of the things he remembered; she loved window seats, especially on buses. She stared down at her spicy beef and broccoli stir- fry and her face almost lit up with joy, he remembered after all.
He watched her eat in silence, examining her with an almost smile.
"Bulma," he let her name roll of his tongue.
She looked up and gave a small "mm" noise in the back of her throat. He gave her a left sided, toothy smirk. He tossed his head back aways, a way to say, "what's up?" without voicing it. She smiled and swallowed her mouthful of deliciously hot and spicy beef with rice and a small piece of broccoli.
"Nothing much," she said before placing another spoonful of food in her mouth. "How about you?" she spoke around her bite.
He gave a small shrug, his eyes never leaving hers, "Nothing really."
She nodded in understanding and for the next few minutes, they ate in silence, occasionally catching eyes. When they finished, Vegeta took the two trays without a word and disappeared among the small crowd of people that had gathered in the line. Bulma gave a small sigh, here she was sitting with the guy she could say she loved and she barely said a word to him. She watched as he wordlessly sat down, his face set with that small frown he often carried as he watched the city live just outside the window.
"What'cha thinking about," Bulma explored gently.
He turned his head to look at her, his brown eyes softened at the sight of her beautiful face, her hair pulled back into a loose bun and her blue eyes gleaming happy and sad energy at the same time, giving them a wonderful mix of a breathtaking and delicate nature. Slowly he turned to fully face her, his eyes staring at the faux marble table below him. He shook his head slowly yet continued to stare at his folded hands, Vegeta was never one to get nervous.
"Any new girls in your life," Bulma teased lightly.
He chuckled and raised his eyes to look into hers. "No," he said solidly.
"What ever happened between you and-"
"She moved away. Besides, she was seeing another guy soon after."
"Ah."
"How about you?"
"Oh, well, in high school my best friend, ChiChi, started dating my ex, Goku, and well I guess they were well suited because I got an invitation in the mail. I still have no idea how they got my address."
"Hnh."
"It's depressing when I think about it. A few years ago, I was talking to my other ex, Yamcha, and we almost got back together but I was being held back at the time so, it didn't work out between us. I've actually stopped looking for love, there's no point now."
"I know what you mean."
This was the longest conversation the two had had in months and one of the few about love or relationships or anything remotely romantic. She sighed softly, her male companion pretended not to notice.
"You know, Vegeta, I never-"she started.
"I know," he cut in curtly.
"Then-"
"Don't," he half-pleaded. "It'll ruin the friendship."
"I understand," she said half-heartedly.
They left lunch together and by the end of the day, the friendship continued with buried feelings underneath neither could come to proper terms with. However, this is where our story begins.
AN: I'm going back and editing some thing to change it a bit but for the most part these chapters are the same.
POAS