A/N: Sorry I made you wait. I was just so pissed of last night... Oh well. Thanks to my reviewers: Limmy2Lammy, enemiesuandi, The Bloody Artist, Night Whispers, and saigwgr! I hope this chapter is just as awesome, long enough, all in all up to par.
I must say, before I go on, though, I'm very glad to have depicted the couple so well! It's funny though... Bulma's character in this story is similar to my own. Her thoughts, words, and actions are based off what my own would be in the situation... Though I'm 16 and not a blue haired heiress to Japan's largest and most world renowned company, and I'm not stuck with a bunch of life threatening situations and all that Jazz.
P.S... I have been made aware of a major flaw in my plot... I apologize. I have made the threat of the androids known though Goku's return has not occurred. A greivous error and I cannot express my regret enough, for having this slip by my nose. I will edit the first chapter as soon as possible and fix it.
P.P.S, I thought I would share with you my inspiration for this story! Brick by Boring Brick by Paramore aided in the title and the vague idea behind the story. Confused? Just wait some and see, if you're still unsure of my reasoning and you just HAVE to know... PM me with any questions you may have! Or in the case of HER, yes HER, she knows who she is... Call me! ;)
Disclaimer: I still don't own DBZ.
Dinner was uneventful so far, but curious...
The dear Saiyan Prince had yet to show his face and the suspence was killing me.
"Dear?" Bunny Briefs broke the staggering silence, "Where'd you think Vegeta's got off to? The poor dear looked half starved!" The expression of worry and conscern on her features caused my to scoff.
"Mom, don't worry about him! I doubt he keeled over and died! Not that he would even let that cause him to miss-" I set my spoon down and a sigh escaped my lips.
Vegeta was in the doorway. I didn't even need to look, I could feel his smirk.
Without hesitation, I slid from my chair and approached the man. Scrutinizing him.
"What the hell are you doing, Woman?!" I ignored his callousness and continued my quality control check, only to be kept from any further inspection.
"I was just wondering how you managed to avoid all of my traps!" The ploy against the prince was resumed and reinforced with mock innocence and dissapointment.
It didn't last.
A larger smirk overrode his previous one. It confused me slightly. He had droppped his poker face and allowed amusement to dance in his eyes.
My eyebrows furrowed and I stared curiously at him. His smirk once again shifted into a more menacing sneer and he bent down the few inch difference between our heights.
I shivered as his breath grazed my ear and his voice overwhelmed my mind.
"Because," My heart beat quickened at the close proximity, "I used your's."
I remained in the same position even after he made his way to a vacant seat at the table. His demeanor betrayed nothing, not a thing... but it was bluntly implied.
'He-' "You- you didn't!" I whirled around and stared at the man, stupified. Yet, he only chuckled.
"It was easy to disprove the first of your threats. No chains came from any point of the bed when I lay down upon it, and the clothes betrayed no sort of means of causing any such irritation as you described; although, I must admit you had me with the shower. I didn't intend to test the boundaries of my fortune. So, I grabbed some suitable garments and located your sleeping quarters. Your living accomodations are atrocious, but your shower is much more suited for a Royal than the pitiful contraption that currently resides in my living space." He glanced at me, only to return to his plate and add, "I wish for it to be rectified immediately."
I felt like some sort of oceanic species. My mouth kept wishing for me to retaliate, but no words were produced...'
"No!" Err... when in doubt, refuse?
He merely shrugged in responce.
Had I just won? No. I couldn't possibly have gotten the last laugh! It wasn't right! It made me uneasy.
'Dammit! What is he up to? He must have some sort of ulterior motive!' But it was no use pushing the matter any further. I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth and it's not like I could have pryed out any more info anyway.
I guess I would find out soon enough.
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Oh the luxuries of being rich! I usually tried not to indulge myself so childishly but, my bed was a very serious matter.
Like a cloud, it wrapped you in a warm, comforting, sturdy embrace. A less-than-modest king size meant that there was more of it to love, more space to postion your body to gain the utmost comfort.
I still couldn't sleep.
Thoughts mindlessly drifted through my now active subconscious. The result was strange visions that undermined all of reality.
~Dream sequence~
Yamcha was there. Leading a pack of drunken, ditzy, monotonous girls, all of them the same height, build, eye color, hair color, and face shape. Yet, their appearances kept shifting. Never once did they stop altering in any way. Once one change occured another thing would be different, and not one of them was different from the other. Their height would grow and their busts would shrink, allowing for their hair to change color and/or lenghth while there irises would fade or darken.
'What the fuck?!'
It wasn't until one of them broke away from the group that I could tear my gaze away. Her features altered seperately from the rest. Her hair rose, her body shrank, her face hardened, and her eyes darkened to the point that iris was no longer discernable from pupil. I "blinked" and came to a wierd realization.
The girl had morphed into a female Vegeta.
'Woah.'
I "blinked" again, the result was the disappearance of the feminine Saiyan and the immediate replacement of "her" with the masculine counterpart.
'Better. Definitely better.' It wasn't a lie... a fem-Vegeta was disturbing and creepy. Not something I would want to get used to.
My thoughts were halted, though, by the movement of the figure. It had relocated and was now right in front of me.
"No one plays tricks on me." The voice was just as I remembered it, but more harsh, more... threatening."I am the Prince of all Saiyans and as such, you will respect me and my wishes, Bitch!" A smirk formed on his finely chisled features and his hand swiftly grasped at my throat.
I thrashed, I hit, I kicked, I- was was once again halted by his actions; his voice once again demanded my attention. "And right now, I want you!" No malice was in his tone nut no time for ciphering the foreign emotion came.
No sooner had he uttered the words when his lips crashed against my own and his lethal grip flowed into a tight embrace.
My eyes flickered closed instinctively, habitually, only to flicker open again and reveal...
... The real world.
When had I fallen asleep? And why had I dreamt of Vegeta?
I dove into the thought process more thoroughly...
'Why did we kiss? And why did he threaten me?'
It was certainly odd for such a dream to occur just after the Saiyan's return and right after my break-up with Yamcha.
Was I depressed or something? Surely the fight with Yamcha hadn't rattled me that much!
But no thoughts were aroused that could possibly such strange dreamland events.
The girls, Yamcha, female Vegeta...
The kiss and he haunting words before...
A noise snatched me from my musings and I was shocked to find that it was running water. Coming from-
'My bathroom?!'
I thrust my sheets aside and allowed my feet to hit the carpeted floor of my room. 'What the?'
My hand grasped the handle... the water stopped... Curiosity overcame me and I pushed the door open, half expecting the whole thing to be a halucination.
The bottom half of my skull hit the floor and my face caught fire.
Vegeta stood there, wet and naked, a towel covering only his face. He was in my bathroom, in all his glory; using my towel; and- I couldn't help it. My initial shock at catching him in my shower, dissipated and I snickered.
Although slight, his sensitive hearing enabled him to hear me and he shot his face from the concealment of the soft fabric.
He was livid.
I was hystarical.
I didn't care. The fruity smell of my shampoo, wafting from his body, was too much. The citrusy scent of oranges combined with honeysuckle contrastid greatly with his natural musk. He must've also donned the same fragrance last night as well and the thought of him smelling like a flower was enough to send my body into fits.
One hand raised up to cover my eyes while the other gripped the doorframe for dear life.
A snarl came form the direction of the prince, but I dissmissed it with a wave of the hand that had just been resting on my face.
Tears streamed down from my face and I could do nothing to stop them as my body shook with uncontrollable tremors.
Using the hand that had previously been acting as a brace, I took hold of the door handle once again and swung it shut, staggering back into my room as I did so.
Moments later a pissed off Saiyan prince burst forth from my bathroom, now fully clothed, and growled lowly at my wild laughter.
"What?!" He barked, "Haven't you ever seen a naked man before." I desperately tried to stem the flow of giggles and tears, unable to answer the question or cease the cascading rush of liquid salt.
A growl was heard from the prince, but it was cut short and I cast a glance at his form. My vision was blurry from the amount of tears still falling, but even with it somewhat cleared, I couldn't place what had stopped him.
My giggles subsided.
He was looking at me strangely.
His face was red.
'Why-' I frowned and ran a hand across the trail left behind from my hystarics. He was motionless and still staring. It was the that I realized how scantily clad I myself was.
A black satin nightshirt acted as more of a second skin than an article of clothing, and the risque` under garments... or lack thereof, left little to the imagination. I was practically naked.
My face ignited again in a ferocious blush and I scrambled viciously to cover myself.
No words were exchanged for several, akward, moments. Our eyes locked though not really looking.
"What the hell were you doing in my shower?" Though meant to be a harsh, demanding inquiry, my voice was quiet and unsure. He seemed to snap out of whatever was going on in his thick skull and look directly at my face; a wierd expression etched onto his features.
"You have yet to replace my shower. I demand it be done by the end of the day." He was firm, but even his voice had lost all of its usual cold prowess.
I blinked. He was acting as though he had never laid eyes on a woman before...
"If the situation isn't remedied, I will continue to invite myself to use your's whenever I wish." He had regained a portion of his confidence, but just a portion.
I merely responded, "Yeah, sure. Whatever." and lingered on my previous thought, even as he scoffed at my vagueness and retreated from my room.
No...
He couldn't be...
'Is he?'
'Is Vegeta a-'
I myself was... having never actually sealed the deal with Yamcha, but... Vegeta? One would think that during his days up purging and plundering worlds under the rule of Frieza he would have done something. It seemed fitting of a murderous beast... No... Frieza maybe, but Vegeta was no monster. That I knew.
But...
A thoughtful frown graced my face. Had I found... a hole in the wall?
Was the mighty Prince, a virgin?
End! BUMM BUM BUMMMMM!
Some fluff and stuff as a reward for your patience. The chapter changed drastically over the course of this rewrite. So my anger is slightly quelled. I generally don't focus on content as much as sturcture, grammer, and the like, so a review greatly altered the previous outcome!
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Oh and if you come across an error of any kind in this story, please tell me! Thank ya!
~Ino***