Bulma's Story

Who
Bulma

What
Most people don't know the story of what happened between us. I don't think they understand it at all. I mean how could something like this happen. I think most imagine me running to him in tears or so. But that's not how it happened at all. As if I would ever be so weak. The truth is I wanted him so I went for it. I'll tell you the story just so you know how it really went down.

Yes, this is the true story of how I, Bulma Briefs, landed Vegita , the man I really wanted. I am the real reason why we are together.

Why
I consciously and deliberately won Vegita over. I guess before I tell you about how, I should at least explain why. Why did I want Vegita over Yamcha when Yamcha was the one who swept me off my feet? I mean hadn't I gone out with him for a very very long time. Wasn't he the love of my life.

And Vegita, didn't he try to destroy the earth. Didn't he try to kill me? Plus he's short with a big napoleon complex. Wasn't Yamcha much cuter? Maybe all of these reasons are very smart indeed. However, what about the other side of the story?

It had been some time coming. I didn't really understand it at the time but Yamcha was beginning to get on my nerves. He still acted like a bumbling idiot around women. And around me, well I don't know, our relationship hadn't progressed much further than from the day we met. It was weird that way so I was getting tired of it all. The Bulma that lived for Yamcha had started to die. I guess that just wasn't me anymore.

When that cute kid from the future told me that we were going to be annihilated by the androids I couldn't stand around and not do anything. I yelled out that they wouldn't take me without a fight. That's when I noticed Vegita's eyes on me. Like he was somehow impressed by what I said. I could feel his eyes boring into me. But I didn't waiver. In that moment I had too much courage to crumble under his gaze.

I was never one to stay in sidelines. I wouldn't be made useless because of the strength of others. I was going to make a difference because I had something to offer.

That's when Yamcha wrapped his arms around me. He told me not to worry my pretty little head because he would protect me. For some reason, it annoyed me. He didn't understand that he was reducing my effort into nothing. "There there I didn't have to pretend to be all strong because I had him." He must have forgotten that he was a man who couldn't protect himself much less anyone else in situations like this.

When I had looked, Vegita had flown away. Vegita, a Saiyan, had the potential for so much greater. Goku achieved super Saiyan status and if Vegita did too, well, we would have a chance against the androids. I wanted to find someone to support him. Helping him get stronger wouldn't be a waste of time like it would be with Yamcha. As much as I liked him, reality is reality. Yamcha just wouldn't be able to get strong enough. In the end I was only patronizing Yamcha the way he was trying to patronize me. I told him I felt safe in his arms when really, I knew I wasn't.

I went home and thought about all of the people who might be able to help Vegita, but they all were terrified of him or people he felt superior to. I knew his pride wouldn't allow him to receive help from anyone. That person would have to be very strong to match wits with him and be able to shove this jagged pill down his throat. I knew how he worked. He would probably show up and impose on the Briefs family again. Then it dawned on me. I was the only woman who could do job, who could support him. That is deal with his personality and still help him. I felt good about myself being able to contribute. Being able to fight back a fight that wasn't futile. If I could help him, I could help the cause. I got to work immediately.

I did some research on Saiyans, a pretty remarkable species, and their potential energy. I also did some research on the planet Vegita. The gravity on that planet was incredible and actually was the cause of Saiyan strength because it pulled on the muscles causing them to work harder. Even Goku trained under extreme gravity. That was a piece of the puzzle of how he achieved Super Saiyan status. Father had previously created a machine that could simulate intense gravity. I built a newer version off the prototype. With some adjustments it would be perfect for the job. Using it properly, Vegita would have a chance against the androids.

I gave him the machine to fiddle with in a hurry. I was trying to do other projects as well. I didn't have a chance to explain much to Vegita about the machine and I would regret it. The other projects were for Yamcha. I didn't want him to feel left out. I was still his girlfriend after all. I didn't lose sight of that.

Sometimes, I thought I was just wasting time, making him leaner for the androids to eat. But really I didn't allow myself to be consumed by those thoughts. If I could give him an edge, he could survive a little bit longer and if he could survive a little bit longer then Goku, Gohan or Vegita could deal with the androids and he would still be alive. Lets face it, we all knew that Yamcha wasn't that great compared to anyone else. But still I cared if he lived or died. I couldn't stand idly by and let the worst happen when I could do something about it.

I saw Vegita again at dinner. I decided to ask him what he thought of the machine. I expected him to tell me how stupid it was or that he didn't have time to play with toys or something like that. The fact that he remained silent to me meant that he didn't even touch it. There he was again acting so superior. So I started to explain it.

I explained that the machine was nowhere near strong enough at maximum. I explained about Planet Vegita's gravity and how it related to Saiyan strength. These were things he already knew but really I was trying to stroke his ego. If I talked about him and the Saiyan race with consideration I could get him to use the machine.

He stood up abruptly in the middle of my well-crafted speech. For a moment I thought he was overwhelmed with emotion, but then he looked at me sternly and simply told me that he broke it because that piece of trash wasn't strong enough. He hurled about five different insults at me in one breath too.

I hit the roof. I couldn't stay in pleasant mode any longer. HOW DARE HE… How dare he. He seemed to be in pain when I yelled so I continued. He told me to shut up because he could hear me just fine. I decided to remind him that he wasn't the center of the universe. I had to build stuff for other people. Yamcha namingly.

He told me it was a waste of time and he seemed angry about it. Before I could say anything, he demanded I build a machine that was worthy of him. He left and I was there thinking about that look on his face and what he had just said. Why didn't I defend Yamcha to him. So what if it had a hint of truth to it, he WAS my boyfriend.

Even though it was a crude demand it was sort of a backward compliment. His standards were very high. In fact he was under some false delusion that he was the best now matter how much Goku beat him. The point is that in his warped little mind he was the best and the fact that he asked me to build a machine worthy of him meant he believed that I could actually do it. That meant somehow he thought enough of me and this project to believe I could help him. I didn't think it would be this easy to aid him thereby aiding the cause. A small smile formed on my face. Vegita somehow understood my pride. To him I was a capable person. Yes I knew full well I was, but he treated me like it.

I decided that despite my anger I was going to build a better machine for him, one that he couldn't destroy so easily. As he said, a machine worthy of him.

I didn't realize it then. If I did I might have thought it would be a bad idea. While I was focused on my goal of beating the androids, I was more excited that I had a chance to support Vegita. I was trying to win him over somehow. Why, because he didn't seem to be a superficial person. In a strange way I respected him for respecting me, for seeing something beyond what other men saw, just another pretty face. He reminded me of my values, my pride. I saw something in him and I just couldn't explain it. That's why I went after him, because I saw something in him.


When
Yeah, I wasn't blind. Vegita was short. What was he? Barely making it over the 5 foot mark. I suppose that's why he wore his hair so tall. But my situation was as follows. Yamcha hung around less and less. His excuse: he was training for the "threat". Vegita was around. Even though his face wasn't before me 24-7, somehow his presence was always felt. With that sometimes came a feeling that would toy around in my head. If the one you love isn't around, love the one you're with. The thought was laughable and fell apart at one thing. If you truly loved the one you love, you couldn't possibly love someone else just for being there. It was a hint at something, wasn't it?

But it all seemed like just a thought. And it passed. I rarely paused to think about the possibility replacing Yamcha with Vegita. Probably because I rarely thought about losing quality time with Yamcha while he was away. I was busy and focused on working for the trainers.

I was very tactical about the devices I made. Yamcha, I knew would need more agility if he was too survive. So, I made some robotic droids that would test his agility and grow with him as it recorded his improvements. It didn't take too long and I wasn't overly concerned that he would damage anything. The way they were built, and at the rate Yamcha was going, I wouldn't have to make him another set, ever.

For Vegita, the most self-motivated of the two, I focused on his GR. Vegita, I was confident, would be able to deliver some damage if he increased his strength. He was working at a furious pace and would try to surpass any level I set the GR limit to. I wanted to be one step ahead so that he wouldn't wreck it like he did the last one. Making fighting droids for him would be far more complicated. He was much faster, and always improving. I decided against it because I wasn't concerned about his agility as much. The way I saw him, he was always trying to improve every aspect of himself anyway he could, including his agility. I would see him phase around me every so often. It never failed to startle me. But almost everything else could easily be done in the GR. The more careful and detailed thought I put into Vegita's projects over Yamcha should have given me a bigger hint, but I never processed it.

One day, Yamcha decided to break some news to me. He talked casually about some girl paying him some extra special attention. That's when it hit me and suddenly I didn't care if he had a girlfriend on the side or not. I decided that if he could have a fling, so could I. My lack of feeling made me think of something else. My relationship with Yamcha: was this just a fling, a horribly long fling that took itself a few years to sort out. The possibility, the opportunity to feel free in pursuing something with Vegita opened up.

Yeah, on the surface, you might say, Yamcha was the better man morally and arguably a better looking man. But Vegita wasn't an ugly duckling either. I was sure that his lack of morals could be attributed to Freeza. He was simply misunderstood. Furthermore, that potential to be greater was in Vegita. He pushed himself to the limits trying to be greater and he wanted it bad enough struggling so much to the breaking point in his own frustration. He, unlike Yamcha, was able to understand the usefulness of the tools I made. Even though I knew it was terribly unsmart, I wanted Vegita. So I consciously and deliberately decided to win him.

How
I stopped wondering about why and when it happened. I just knew what I wanted. The first thing I set out to do was research. Whatever limited research I could get my hands on, I gathered.

I knew Vegita prided himself on being a Saiyan so if I could show him that I was saiyan-like in feminine attributes, perhaps I could get his attention. The one thing I did know about Saiyans was that they liked food. I was already doing some of the cooking but I decided to pick up some more on it and even if I didn't cook it, I would always serve it. Why not, he always demanded I make it anyway. If he associated food with me, then he would also be attracted to me.

Also, I decided I would tone down the arguing, something I had my own guilty pleasure doing. It didn't work so well because Vegita always seemed to push the limits of normal conversation at dinner. Most of the time he would stare at me and bore holes into my head with that scowl. Moments like these, and when he insulted my cooking, all rules of cease and desist as far as arguing would go out of the window. I always yelled at him and he at me.

At one point I wondered if I liked Vegita as much as I was annoyed with him.

The research thing ended up being a bust. The only thing I found out was that they liked to eat and they liked to fight.

Yamcha had started coming more, but I always made myself busy so it was as if he wasn't coming over at all. One day he came over and stayed bit longer, even after I tried to send him away. Yamcha, in a romantic setting, became annoying to deal with. So, I decided to spend the time with him to break up with him officially. We never got to that point because of the loud Bang.

I was there as fast as my legs could carry me and I wondered how Vegita was able to break the machine. I hadn't thought about the fact that I had been spending more time trying to figure out how to woo him, than trying to make any new adjustments to the machine.

When I finally came to the machine, I sank at what I saw, or rather, by that which I didn't see. Vegita. I got on my knees and tried to find him under the rubble. Finally, he was able to pop out and I was relieved. Vegita didn't go down so easily and I didn't want him to see how concerned I was. I knew him enough to know he would never accept it so I hid my concern and yelled at him. That was the Vegita I knew. But as soon as that thought crossed my mind, he passed out and I instantly regretted yelling.

I stayed by his bedside waiting to see when he would get better. One day I woke up to an empty bed. I heard the GR humming and I phoned it. Vegita's reception was not the warmest. He asked me if I wanted to die. I said no, then he told me to leave him alone. That was his backward way of saying that he wanted to protect me. When I realized that he felt the same way about me, I knew I had accomplished my goal. I let the rest play itself out. This was how I got us together.