More than that….
Chapter One
It seems like a typical story but I'm not your typical writer so be prepared to expect the unexpected in the chapters to some. Bulma decides to give Yamcha a second chance after cheating on her, Vegeta begins to desire a mate and here the love story begins…
It's a love story, there's going to be some angst, some revelations…Vegeta is going to have a few wake up calls along the way which will send the Z gang into a frenzy…
I, funkypunk am back! I deleted many old unfinished stories now leaving with only three which I will concentrate on and with spell check I promise you, no more cringe worthy typo's! Enjoy and reviews are most welcome!
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Bulma lay crying on her bed, her flowing blue mane splayed out gracefully around her. Her sobs were soft, gentle though full of hurt and pain. For years she thought she knew what sort of people were good and what sort were bad, she trusted people, she loved being around people. She was quite the social girl but when you wear your heart on your sleeve, even if you find yourself in love, you're bound to become heart broken. For Bulma, this was becoming a serious condition.
One week ago, while taking a break from her work at Capsule Corp she had decided to treat herself to some shopping. It seemed like a good idea at the time to drag a certain stubborn Saiyan prince along with her as he was in desperate need of a new wardrobe. Her boyfriend and long time friend Yamcha had said he would be busy at work but alas, he was busy with another female friend, busy and tongue tied so to speak. Vegeta had to restrain the feisty blue haired woman from running out to attack the stupid male and fly her back home where she then locked herself in her room and he hadn't seen her since. One week and still no word from Yamcha, no apology, nothing, Bulma was losing hope. Though deep down she felt she despised him, she also wanted to forgive him and feel his body beside hers and feel comforted by his warmth.
Vegeta spent most of his time training in the special chamber that the Briefs family had built for him, when he wasn't training he was eating and then if neither, sleeping in the room next to Bulma and putting up with her stifled sobs and all sorts of weird noises that were coming from her room. He felt a strong sense of anger towards the human race and at the same time he could not find it in himself to totally hate the blasted blue haired woman, he just couldn't. One night he heard the woman talking on her cell phone, he instantly guessed that she must be talking to that reject fighter Yamcha and he clenched his fists tightly. It sounded as though she was going to meet him somewhere and then he listened closely, his head pressed against the wall, and he heard her leave her room and walk downstairs. A motorbike pulled up at the front of the house and before he knew it she was gone. Vegeta looked at the alarm clock next to him, it was barely even midnight.
"Ugh! Stupid earth woman…." Vegeta grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed and got dressed. He didn't know why, but he had to make sure she would get home alright. He didn't trust Yamcha, and clearly always pointed out to Bulma that he thought the human man was a complete moron and a waste of time, perhaps that was why they conversed so little these days. He pulled on his pants and slippers then flip flopped down the stairs, sighed and then threw himself onto the couch, grabbed the remote and turned on the television. He flicked through dozens of channels before he came across one where a man was getting rather cosy with a woman beneath the sheets. Blushing, Vegeta turned the television off and sat up, resting his face in his hands. He longed for a feeling like that, and than instantly the thought of female companionship disgusted him. There were no Saiyan females here that he could take as a mate, but he didn't think he could do as Kakarot had done and settled for a mere human being.
Many nights he debated these thoughts in his mind and each night he felt like giving into the idea of finding a human mate. His rival had a mate and a son who was strong and powerful, a son taught and trained by his father. Vegeta yearned for his offspring, he wasn't getting any younger though the Saiyan kind aged relatively much slower than the human race. Vegeta rolled over on the couch onto his back and folded his arms. He hoped she would return soon, he couldn't decide if she was simply worth all of the effort put into staying up and waiting for her.
After and hour or so of waiting, there was a loud crash outside and Vegeta sat up startled and rushed outside. A red motorbike zoomed off down the road and seemed to be heading back to the city. A crumpled heap was lying helpless on the lawn. Vegeta took a few steps and then realised it was Bulma, her tight red dress was slightly torn and there was blood trickling down the side of her face, bruise coming up down the outside of her thighs. Vegeta brushed his fingers against her leg and she stirred though not awake. Vegeta felt her pain and he glared in the direction the motorbike had gone. He growled, deep in his throat but the silly earth woman need attention. He scooped her up into his arms and carried inside and up to her room.