RANDOM SHORT COLLECTION
A/N: Here's number two. This one is also a song fic, without the lyrics but they are referable to the dialogue. This one might be a little harder to find. But the song inspired me a long time ago with this plot, and after doing the first one, I decided to knock it out too. There's a few more rattling around up here and it appears they might get written.
Song: Train wreck - 3OH!3
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ. Or any dialogue in this story that could be related to 3OH!3 - Trainwreck.
Pairing: Vegeta/Bulma (WHAT NO WAY! Yea, no yaoi in this, yo. DO WHAT? ITS NOT EVEN IMPLIED? Nope.)
Summary: Ya'll remember when Vegeta started living at CC and the gravity machine blew up? Yea let's start there…(from what I remember of it. And if I'm right, this is after Namek, after Vegeta was revived with everyone else, waiting for Goku to come back from that one place with the weird clothes. Prior to Mirai Trunks showing up. If I'm right, idk…)
Train Wreck
That woman, that silly human woman. What's her objective? I can't figure it out. She invites me into her home; me, a monster, a killer, and even her parents are ok with it! She feeds me and uses her obsolete technology to build a training room for me. However she underestimated my power and I blew the useless thing up. That's how I landed where I am right now. Laying in this overly soft bed, covered in bandages while the blue haired woman sleeps on the desk next to the bed.
Why is she helping me? I don't need anyone's help or pity! I try to move but my body screams in pain. Sighing I recline back against the plush pillows and I keep to my thoughts.
It is…nice here. Everyone leaves me alone for the most part, they feed me, and don't expect anything back. Even the woman, after some choice words, will do anything I ask for her. I furrow my eyebrows and a stern scowl covers my face. They don't realize how unstable I am. I'm a murderer, a destroyer of worlds and a reaper of civilizations.
Hell, the only reason I'm here on this shitty planet is because of the dragon balls. I came here years ago to take over this pathetic world; just to get beaten by a foolish third class with brain damage. Then the same third class buried my body and upheld his promise to avenge our race on Namek. After, someone wished all those killed by Frieza back to life and on earth.
I snort. They should have left me dead.
I don't deserve this kindness and I don't need it either. I need to train for when Kakarot comes back. So I can beat his face into a bloody pulp for being so strong. I am the saiyan prince, I am the strongest! I clench my fist and grit my teeth as anger over comes my body. Turning my head to change my thoughts, I see the human woman still snoring softly next to me.
Why is she here? I stare at her face as she sleeps, trying to read her mind. I know its not because she likes me. I'm rude and aggressive towards her. And honestly, I'm a shade to pale for handsome so it cant be sexual attraction. I can't lie to myself though, I do like her. She reminds me of myself. For being a human, she's feisty and strong willed. Sometimes that's worth more than your power level. And I cant deny she is smart, genius even. I know she's only limited by the planet's technological advances. This woman would've been a fierce saiyan and I can't help but chuckle that the thought. My laugh wakes her up and she blinks tiredly at me before worry fills her eyes.
"Oh my god! You're awake! Vegeta, I'm so sorry!" She says rushing to my side and looking over my bandages. She sees the wound on my waist has broken open from my attempt to move and she reaches to re-wrap it. A low growl comes from my throat and I try to smack her hand away but only end up shouting in pain. I must have broken my arm.
"Don't move!" She glares and begins to treat my wounds. I bite my tongue as she moves my broken arm and my apparently broken left leg to change the gauze. After I minute I look at her and she's crying silently. Her bright clear blue eyes are growing red and small rivers flow down her cheeks. "I'm sorry." she says again.
"For what?" I bark out.
She glances at me, sniffling. "I, the gravity room. I almost killed you! I knew it wasn't ready, but you, but you…" She trailed off choking back a sob.
"Insisted." I answer her. Though I am pissed the stupid thing blew up with me in it, she had mentioned over and over again it wasn't ready. It's my fault I'm here, why she even cares is beyond me. But after she gently cleans my wounds and re-treats me, I know why. She has feelings for me. I can see it in her watery eyes and in her body language as she plays doctor. I have to diffuse this, I can't count the mistakes I've made and she doesn't want me.
Her hand brushes softly against my ribs and I growl. "Bulma…"
Her eyes widen in shock over me using her name, the first time since I met her months ago. She smiles at me. "Vegeta."
"You need to stop. I am," I paused as she sat down beside me on the bed. "I'm not what you want."
Bulma giggled and smiled down at me. I felt her hand run up my stomach to my chest and she sighed.
"I don't know what I want. But, I like you."
I glare at her. "I'm not going to hold you through the night till the sunrises. I have habits I can't shake. I've killed more innocent beings than your computers can count. I'm a train wreck." I snap at her. "You're better off leaving me alone."
"Do you know what they about train wrecks?" She asked softly. My eyebrow raises in confusion. Who has sayings about train wrecks?
"They're tragic, but you can't take your eyes off them." Bulma said. "I can't stop thinking about you. Please tell me you won't leave."
I take my eyes off her and stare at the ceiling. Could I stay here with this woman? She is beautiful, even I can't say she isn't. Big, blue eyes and one hell of a body, I also can't deny that I am attracted to her. My eyes move to stare out the window. I'm stuck here, waiting on Kakarot so I can beat him, with nothing to do but train. I could see myself with this woman to an extent. If she bore me an heir, their blood would be weak but with her intelligence it might even out. I don't know if I could mate with this woman, baring children is different. If she tried to make this pretty and change me, then I'll just leave. Quickly weighting the pro's of this verses the con's, I turn back to Bulma.
"As long as it's ok with you, I think I'll stay right here." I reply, giving her a smirk. Not a smile, I don't love this woman. I see the glimmer of happiness in her eyes and something stirs inside me. She leans down and gives me a kiss on my cheek.
END?
A/N: OK, so here's another lil short for you guys. . I've seriously gotta buckle down on TWBM. And when it's finished, and I post the last chapter. Then I'm gonna fix it. Fix it to all you peoples likings.