The Light of my soul
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even my computer because it's my Dad's. *Breaks down in tears * Anyhoo, on with the story!
Chapter 1.
"Come on Daddy!" cried a little girl with long, wavy, turquoise hair. Seven-year-old Bulma Briefs was camping with her father. Currently, they were hiking up a remote mountainside. Or, rather, Dr Briefs was trying to keep up with his daughter whose limitless energy would have put an Olympic long distance runner to shame.
"Daddy! Daddy! Look here! A cave!" Bulma was bouncing with excitement. "Can I go in Daddy? Daddy Pleeeeaaase?!!!"
"Hmmmn. It doesn't seem to go in too far. And the entrance is far too small for me. All right, you can go in. But BE CAREFUL! And come straight back out." Bulma let out a shriek of joy and skipped into the cave.
It was quite dark in the cave but still light enough to see. Bulma looked around. It didn't go in too deep, as her father had predicted. Indeed, it was only about nine metres from the entrance to the back wall. Near the back, was a stone block that looked like a basin. Bulma went over to investigate further. It was indeed like a stone basin, Bulma didn't know whether it was man made or natural. There were no signs to suggest either one or the other. She peered over the rim into the hollow bowl and gasped. There, lying in the midst of broken stone and rubble, was the most beautiful necklace that she had ever seen. It was a smooth, clear red gem shaped like a teardrop on a gold chain. Bulma reached for it but as she did, she caught her finger on a protruding edge of broken rock and a shallow, small cut appeared on her finger. Bulma jumped with the pain and shock and, as she did so, a drop of her blood landed on the gem.
Suddenly, it glowed bright red and rippled with an inner light. Strange markings flowed around the gem, just below the surface. As quickly as the light had come, it stopped. The markings also disappeared but the gem remained clouded, as though red liquid was rippling around inside it. Bulma lifted it out and looked at it thoughtfully, while sucking her cut finger. Finally, curiosity won over any apprehension and she slipped the chain around her neck and placed it inside her shirt. For some reason, she didn't want her father to know about it.
"Bulma? Are you all right in there, sweetie? Come out now." Her father called. Bulma looked behind her at the cave entrance, turned around and went out of the cave.
Many years later
It is after the encounter with the Sayins (can't spell it) and the Namek incident with Fresia. Vegeta is now living with Bulma. (A/N I don't know how old Bulma is now but imagine that she's about 25.)
"You can stay with me too. You're kinda cute." How many times a day did she regret saying those words? Oh, only about a million. You know, Bulma, You are WAY too nice. She thought to herself as she made Vegeta's lunch. After getting up at five am and pulling eight hours straight in the gravity chamber, she could understand that he was hungry but he didn't need to be so damned rude about it.
"Hurry up, woman. I'm starving!" Vegeta barked at her from the kitchen table.
"Vegeta, if you wanted your food sooner, you could always help me cook it instead of just sitting around and yelling at me."
"Me? Cook? You're the woman."
"Wow, Vegeta! You're perceptive as well as strong. And your intelligence is growing by the day. Soon, you'll be able to tie your own shoelaces instead of having to wear pull-ons." She glanced down at his training boots.
"Shoelaces would only get in the way when I'm fighting. But you wouldn't understand anything about that would you woman? You're too weak to fight. Plus, you're too scared of breaking a nail."
"Yep. You're right." Bulma smirked inwardly. Vegeta opened his mouth and stopped. He was completely caught off guard and couldn't think of a retort.
"Well... Of course I am."
"Yes. You're always right." "Are you mocking me, woman?" "Oh no. Of course not." Bulma then made choking noises and flailed her arms around. "What ARE you doing woman?" "Drowning in the lake of sarcasm that just dripped off my words." Before he could retort, She placed his food down on the table and walked out of the room. She loved these verbal spars with Vegeta. And unless she was very much mistaken, she had just won another one. How ever infuriating he was, he was always fun to talk (or argue) with. And however much she tried to deny it, she couldn't help wishing that he were her boyfriend instead of Yamcha. She loved Yamcha. She really did, but lately he was getting more distant. He was also not as much fun to be around as Vegeta. Vegeta, while still rude and grumpy, was nicer to Bulma, most of the time, than he was to anyone else. Only she could notice it though. She had lived with him for so long that she could pick up on his emotions that he kept so well hidden. As he watched her walk away, Vegeta smirked to himself. She had won another verbal spar. It was happening more often and she was becoming frighteningly good at it. He would have to watch himself otherwise she would be able to best him every time. And he wasn't about to let that happen. He enjoyed arguing with her. It was fun. Especially when he beat her. But, unfortunately, that didn't happen as often as he would like. He thought about how her amazing blue eyes would fill with laughter as she mocked him. She was so beautiful. And funny. And clever. And he loved being with her. If only... He caught himself just in time. No. She didn't think of him like that. And anyway, she had that weakling Yamcha. The thought of Yamcha made his blood boil. That weakling would never be good enough for Bulma. She would give him the world and he was probably off with other women. Of course, Vegeta didn't know for sure. He just had his theories that would, of course, be biased because of his feelings for Bulma. She was seeing Yamcha tonight wasn't she? He was coming here to pick her up. Vegeta decided that he would stay out of the way. He couldn't stand seeing Bulma and that weakling together as a couple. But Yamcha made her happy. And there was nothing Vegeta wanted more than for Bulma to be happy.
(A/N So? What do you think? This is my first fanfic so please bear with me. REVIEW! I welcome constructive criticism, but flames, for no other reason than to tell me how crap I am, are not helpful.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even my computer because it's my Dad's. *Breaks down in tears * Anyhoo, on with the story!
Chapter 1.
"Come on Daddy!" cried a little girl with long, wavy, turquoise hair. Seven-year-old Bulma Briefs was camping with her father. Currently, they were hiking up a remote mountainside. Or, rather, Dr Briefs was trying to keep up with his daughter whose limitless energy would have put an Olympic long distance runner to shame.
"Daddy! Daddy! Look here! A cave!" Bulma was bouncing with excitement. "Can I go in Daddy? Daddy Pleeeeaaase?!!!"
"Hmmmn. It doesn't seem to go in too far. And the entrance is far too small for me. All right, you can go in. But BE CAREFUL! And come straight back out." Bulma let out a shriek of joy and skipped into the cave.
It was quite dark in the cave but still light enough to see. Bulma looked around. It didn't go in too deep, as her father had predicted. Indeed, it was only about nine metres from the entrance to the back wall. Near the back, was a stone block that looked like a basin. Bulma went over to investigate further. It was indeed like a stone basin, Bulma didn't know whether it was man made or natural. There were no signs to suggest either one or the other. She peered over the rim into the hollow bowl and gasped. There, lying in the midst of broken stone and rubble, was the most beautiful necklace that she had ever seen. It was a smooth, clear red gem shaped like a teardrop on a gold chain. Bulma reached for it but as she did, she caught her finger on a protruding edge of broken rock and a shallow, small cut appeared on her finger. Bulma jumped with the pain and shock and, as she did so, a drop of her blood landed on the gem.
Suddenly, it glowed bright red and rippled with an inner light. Strange markings flowed around the gem, just below the surface. As quickly as the light had come, it stopped. The markings also disappeared but the gem remained clouded, as though red liquid was rippling around inside it. Bulma lifted it out and looked at it thoughtfully, while sucking her cut finger. Finally, curiosity won over any apprehension and she slipped the chain around her neck and placed it inside her shirt. For some reason, she didn't want her father to know about it.
"Bulma? Are you all right in there, sweetie? Come out now." Her father called. Bulma looked behind her at the cave entrance, turned around and went out of the cave.
Many years later
It is after the encounter with the Sayins (can't spell it) and the Namek incident with Fresia. Vegeta is now living with Bulma. (A/N I don't know how old Bulma is now but imagine that she's about 25.)
"You can stay with me too. You're kinda cute." How many times a day did she regret saying those words? Oh, only about a million. You know, Bulma, You are WAY too nice. She thought to herself as she made Vegeta's lunch. After getting up at five am and pulling eight hours straight in the gravity chamber, she could understand that he was hungry but he didn't need to be so damned rude about it.
"Hurry up, woman. I'm starving!" Vegeta barked at her from the kitchen table.
"Vegeta, if you wanted your food sooner, you could always help me cook it instead of just sitting around and yelling at me."
"Me? Cook? You're the woman."
"Wow, Vegeta! You're perceptive as well as strong. And your intelligence is growing by the day. Soon, you'll be able to tie your own shoelaces instead of having to wear pull-ons." She glanced down at his training boots.
"Shoelaces would only get in the way when I'm fighting. But you wouldn't understand anything about that would you woman? You're too weak to fight. Plus, you're too scared of breaking a nail."
"Yep. You're right." Bulma smirked inwardly. Vegeta opened his mouth and stopped. He was completely caught off guard and couldn't think of a retort.
"Well... Of course I am."
"Yes. You're always right." "Are you mocking me, woman?" "Oh no. Of course not." Bulma then made choking noises and flailed her arms around. "What ARE you doing woman?" "Drowning in the lake of sarcasm that just dripped off my words." Before he could retort, She placed his food down on the table and walked out of the room. She loved these verbal spars with Vegeta. And unless she was very much mistaken, she had just won another one. How ever infuriating he was, he was always fun to talk (or argue) with. And however much she tried to deny it, she couldn't help wishing that he were her boyfriend instead of Yamcha. She loved Yamcha. She really did, but lately he was getting more distant. He was also not as much fun to be around as Vegeta. Vegeta, while still rude and grumpy, was nicer to Bulma, most of the time, than he was to anyone else. Only she could notice it though. She had lived with him for so long that she could pick up on his emotions that he kept so well hidden. As he watched her walk away, Vegeta smirked to himself. She had won another verbal spar. It was happening more often and she was becoming frighteningly good at it. He would have to watch himself otherwise she would be able to best him every time. And he wasn't about to let that happen. He enjoyed arguing with her. It was fun. Especially when he beat her. But, unfortunately, that didn't happen as often as he would like. He thought about how her amazing blue eyes would fill with laughter as she mocked him. She was so beautiful. And funny. And clever. And he loved being with her. If only... He caught himself just in time. No. She didn't think of him like that. And anyway, she had that weakling Yamcha. The thought of Yamcha made his blood boil. That weakling would never be good enough for Bulma. She would give him the world and he was probably off with other women. Of course, Vegeta didn't know for sure. He just had his theories that would, of course, be biased because of his feelings for Bulma. She was seeing Yamcha tonight wasn't she? He was coming here to pick her up. Vegeta decided that he would stay out of the way. He couldn't stand seeing Bulma and that weakling together as a couple. But Yamcha made her happy. And there was nothing Vegeta wanted more than for Bulma to be happy.
(A/N So? What do you think? This is my first fanfic so please bear with me. REVIEW! I welcome constructive criticism, but flames, for no other reason than to tell me how crap I am, are not helpful.)
