Chapter One
Wrestling!
AN: Hey guys! To my reviewers sniffles I love you too!! Giggles Well, since you like it so much, read more of my emotional torment! In addition, all the people who have me on his or her favorites list for some odd reason, this POAS is grateful and loves you for it!
POAS
Disclaimer: I don't freakin' own DBZ. I do own myself.
PS: Just so you all know, Bulma and Vegeta will fall out of character from the series.
It was finally the end of the day, but unfortunately for Bulma, her male friend had taken her gas money and her car was now out of commission on the side of the road.
"Looks like I'm hoofing it," she said to herself.
She watched as nature whirled around her, the butterflies floating gently in the August breeze. She wiped beads of sweat from her brow, the hot air and warm breezes didn't do much to cool her down and she feared her new white shirt would be stained from her sweat. Maybe she didn't put enough Secret on that morning, and she could smell that she probably didn't. Her shoulders slumped in defeat; it was another twenty miles to her house, and ten to the nearest gas station. She cursed Vegeta for taking her money and she cursed herself for not demanding that he pay her back. She also cursed her need to get away from the city and move to a suburb nice and far away. She watched as the sun dipped lower and the dark night that followed soon after. Here she was alone, walking in the dark, with no lights, and no quicker way home. She kicked a rock on the side of the road to keep her busy and walking, her thoughts were almost nonexistent besides the ones where she wanted to kill Vegeta and/or bash his brains in.
HONK! HONK! HONK! She heard a horn blare from behind her, she moved further into the elbow to avoid being hit but the honking did not cease. She stepped into the mud to pacify the driver but he or she still honked. She whipped her head around to yell, scream, and holler her frustrations when his car came into view. She watched as he pulled over and the door swung open. Her savior! She climbed in with no word of thanks or hate.
"I was beginning to worry," came the quiet response.
She looked at him from the corner of her eye but said nothing, there was no way she was going to ruin this moment.
"Don't you have a cell phone," his voice was almost accusing.
"I planned to get one soon, I'll get one later," she said angrily.
"You'll get one tonight." That was a command.
She gave a deep growl, a trait she had picked up to warn people they were going too far and would soon be in pain or wishing to be dead. Vegeta only chuckled at her.
"First you need to change."
"I need to go get my car!" she nearly yelled.
"It's being towed," he responded solidly.
Again she was stunned into silence, for all the times he seemed so smitten with his ex, he was being nice to her not from the kindness of his heart but from the left over feelings he still had for her, and she was loving every second of it. She turned her head to look out the window; she hadn't yet developed the ability to stay mad at the stupid human bastard and it didn't seem to be developing any faster in his presence. She'd never understand him, even after all these years of being just a friend to him, she could never understand what drove him and he wasn't exactly giving up his secrets just yet. She watched as the trees whizzed by, her thoughts wandering to the man next to her. Why did he act so cold hearted, why was he helping her, did he ever feel the same way she does for him for her? These questions hammered into her head as she became dizzy and unresponsive. The last thing she heard through the sound of her heart pounding in her ears was Vegeta's frantic words. All was black.
Vegeta watched her in silence, she had driven her weak body to it's limits and had he been any later in finding her . . . He shuddered at the mere thought of her collapsed by the side of the road because he took her gas money. At least she got the fresh air she had been complaining about not getting lately. He never wanted to hurt her, and he possibly didn't understand the way he had torn her heart and left her stuck between people and friendships. He gently wiped the cool cloth on her face, neck, and exposed chest. Maybe he found her unattractive because his eyes never stayed long on her chest. Bulma sighed softly as she opened her eyes fully to take in his handsome features. She knew he had known she was awake, or maybe he didn't.
He only muttered something softly as he continued to keep her body temperature low, knowing she was now awake thanks to her sigh. Vegeta watched as her chest began to turn red with embarrassment and if she had been any further she would have missed the slight blush that covered his cheeks.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked innocently.
The small question sent Vegeta into a coughing and sputtering fury of insults, questions, and jibber jabber that make Bulma giggle slightly.
"I'm glad you're amused," he said hotly.
She giggled a bit harder before turning her head to face the small window of the bedroom she was in. she grinned softly at the glass of ice water on the nightstand but when she went to grab it she found her arms pressed down to her sides.
"Hey . . . I'm thirsty," she half whimpered, half growled.
"Work for it!" he teased.
She turned to face him and blushed when she found he had a knee in the middle of her chest and his face abnormally close to hers. She coughed a bit but stared daringly into his face. The wrestling began.
AN: Nothing to report here, just a few grammar edits and whatnot.
POAS
Wrestling!
AN: Hey guys! To my reviewers sniffles I love you too!! Giggles Well, since you like it so much, read more of my emotional torment! In addition, all the people who have me on his or her favorites list for some odd reason, this POAS is grateful and loves you for it!
POAS
Disclaimer: I don't freakin' own DBZ. I do own myself.
PS: Just so you all know, Bulma and Vegeta will fall out of character from the series.
It was finally the end of the day, but unfortunately for Bulma, her male friend had taken her gas money and her car was now out of commission on the side of the road.
"Looks like I'm hoofing it," she said to herself.
She watched as nature whirled around her, the butterflies floating gently in the August breeze. She wiped beads of sweat from her brow, the hot air and warm breezes didn't do much to cool her down and she feared her new white shirt would be stained from her sweat. Maybe she didn't put enough Secret on that morning, and she could smell that she probably didn't. Her shoulders slumped in defeat; it was another twenty miles to her house, and ten to the nearest gas station. She cursed Vegeta for taking her money and she cursed herself for not demanding that he pay her back. She also cursed her need to get away from the city and move to a suburb nice and far away. She watched as the sun dipped lower and the dark night that followed soon after. Here she was alone, walking in the dark, with no lights, and no quicker way home. She kicked a rock on the side of the road to keep her busy and walking, her thoughts were almost nonexistent besides the ones where she wanted to kill Vegeta and/or bash his brains in.
HONK! HONK! HONK! She heard a horn blare from behind her, she moved further into the elbow to avoid being hit but the honking did not cease. She stepped into the mud to pacify the driver but he or she still honked. She whipped her head around to yell, scream, and holler her frustrations when his car came into view. She watched as he pulled over and the door swung open. Her savior! She climbed in with no word of thanks or hate.
"I was beginning to worry," came the quiet response.
She looked at him from the corner of her eye but said nothing, there was no way she was going to ruin this moment.
"Don't you have a cell phone," his voice was almost accusing.
"I planned to get one soon, I'll get one later," she said angrily.
"You'll get one tonight." That was a command.
She gave a deep growl, a trait she had picked up to warn people they were going too far and would soon be in pain or wishing to be dead. Vegeta only chuckled at her.
"First you need to change."
"I need to go get my car!" she nearly yelled.
"It's being towed," he responded solidly.
Again she was stunned into silence, for all the times he seemed so smitten with his ex, he was being nice to her not from the kindness of his heart but from the left over feelings he still had for her, and she was loving every second of it. She turned her head to look out the window; she hadn't yet developed the ability to stay mad at the stupid human bastard and it didn't seem to be developing any faster in his presence. She'd never understand him, even after all these years of being just a friend to him, she could never understand what drove him and he wasn't exactly giving up his secrets just yet. She watched as the trees whizzed by, her thoughts wandering to the man next to her. Why did he act so cold hearted, why was he helping her, did he ever feel the same way she does for him for her? These questions hammered into her head as she became dizzy and unresponsive. The last thing she heard through the sound of her heart pounding in her ears was Vegeta's frantic words. All was black.
Vegeta watched her in silence, she had driven her weak body to it's limits and had he been any later in finding her . . . He shuddered at the mere thought of her collapsed by the side of the road because he took her gas money. At least she got the fresh air she had been complaining about not getting lately. He never wanted to hurt her, and he possibly didn't understand the way he had torn her heart and left her stuck between people and friendships. He gently wiped the cool cloth on her face, neck, and exposed chest. Maybe he found her unattractive because his eyes never stayed long on her chest. Bulma sighed softly as she opened her eyes fully to take in his handsome features. She knew he had known she was awake, or maybe he didn't.
He only muttered something softly as he continued to keep her body temperature low, knowing she was now awake thanks to her sigh. Vegeta watched as her chest began to turn red with embarrassment and if she had been any further she would have missed the slight blush that covered his cheeks.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked innocently.
The small question sent Vegeta into a coughing and sputtering fury of insults, questions, and jibber jabber that make Bulma giggle slightly.
"I'm glad you're amused," he said hotly.
She giggled a bit harder before turning her head to face the small window of the bedroom she was in. she grinned softly at the glass of ice water on the nightstand but when she went to grab it she found her arms pressed down to her sides.
"Hey . . . I'm thirsty," she half whimpered, half growled.
"Work for it!" he teased.
She turned to face him and blushed when she found he had a knee in the middle of her chest and his face abnormally close to hers. She coughed a bit but stared daringly into his face. The wrestling began.
AN: Nothing to report here, just a few grammar edits and whatnot.
POAS