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Bulma's Dream: Another B&V get together story by Queen Ice
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters in this story, but you probably know that already. I'm not making any money from this so please don't sue me.
She lies in her bed, the quiet ticking of her alarm clock droning away in the background. She knows that she is not alone. A figure stands in the shadows, his muscular body a mere silhouette. "Oh Yamcha, I've missed you so much. . ." She stops abruptly as the figure steps into the light. "V-Vegeta!?" Bulma sat up abruptly. She sighs, "It was only a dream." From outside her door the pounding that had woken her up continued.
"Where's my breakfast you stupid woman?" A haughty voice demanded from the hall.
"It's no wonder that I dream of him." She muttered, "He never leaves me alone. Always Where's this, Woman? Where's that, Woman? Fix my gravity chamber, Worship the ground that I walk on! Why, if he wasn't so strong I would. . ." She went on to describe graphically things that were physically impossible, but extremely satisfying to imagine.
Vegeta stood impatiently outside the door, his constant scowl firmly in place. He contemplated blasting the door in, but the last time that he had done that the gravity chamber had not worked right for a week. Darn those technological nerds, anyways. Why, if he didn't need her to fix the gravity chamber, and make that crap that she called food, he would have sent her to another dimension a long time ago, or so he told himself. He resumed his pounding, knowing that anything that would irritate her would prove an entertainment for him in the long run.
"You know, if you didn't wear such tight pants, you wouldn't be nearly this grouchy all the time." She yelled through the door.
"I hadn't thought you noticed." Vegeta said with a smirk. Bulma blushed, grateful that there was a door between them. How could she NOT notice those tight pants and his perfect. . .muscle structure?
"Oh, shut up and go into the kitchen. I have to dress." Hearing this, Vegeta groaned. It took Bulma an hour to pick out an outfit, much less dress. He didn't know why she bothered, the guy that she was so hot and heavy for barely took the time to glance at her between staring at anything passing by in a skirt.
"Well, hurry up. I don't have all day." His training was waiting, and he couldn't neglect it if he wanted to beat Kakoratt. It was these types of delays that pissed him off the most, and it was always that stupid woman's fault. Giving her door one last glare, he turned and headed for the kitchen, silently promising himself that if she kept him waiting too long he would buy her a puppy, then eat it.
"It's five o'clock in the morning for Kami's sake! Why doesn't he just
wake my mom? Oh wait, then he wouldn't have the great opportunity to piss me
off. Again. He's such an egotistical jerk. It's a good thing that Yamcha isn't
like that, if he was we would never have fallen in love. Oh, Yamcha. . ."
Her expression turns dreamy. "He's such a hunk! Perfect in every way.
Vegeta was starting to lose what little patience that he possessed as Bulma walked in. "What took you so long, woman? I've destroyed entire planets in the time that it takes you to dress."
"Well, if you learned how to cook for yourself then you wouldn't have this problem, now would you? She replied. Slamming cabinet doors open she finally found what she was looking for, two dozen boxes of instant pancake mix.
"So that is what you call what you are doing, I could have sworn it was called something else. Maybe burning?" Bulma was trying to ignore that last comment, because he liked nothing better then a response, when she accidentally burned her arm on the skillet.
"THAT IS IT!" she shouted. "I'm NOT gonna stand here cooking for an ungrateful wretch like you, who doesn't even appreciate what I'm doing!" Bulma was so mad that she didn't even notice her own redundancy. She stormed out the door, walking in a blind haze of anger and pain, ignoring the stunned, and for once, silent Vegeta that she left behind.
When Bulma had cooled off she found herself in the middle of the woods, and completely lost. She hated being stranded in the middle of nowhere, and it happened more often then she cared to admit. She was a firm believer that nature should stay where it belonged-in a painting. She went through her pockets, trying to find her capsules, but it seemed that she had forgotten to bring them along, so, not only did she not know where home was, she also didn't know how she was going to get there. Not to mention the fact that her arm was beginning to hurt really badly.
Meanwhile, Vegeta had recovered from the shock of someone walking out on him, and was in close pursuit. No one walked out on HIM! He was the prince of the Saiy-jins. That no-rank female would regret the day she was born when he was through with her. * * *
He loomed over her like some malicious god of lore, if he said some corny line like 'Prepare to face my wrath.' Bulma didn't know what she would do, but it wouldn't be pretty. "Go away! I don't feel like being laughed at right now."
"I'm not going to laugh at you, I'm going to destroy you." Slowly he raised one arm, palm out.
"Get it over with, if you're going to do it at all." She was completely fed up with his arrogant attitude. "If you do then I won't have to put up with the likes of you anymore. Just think, it would serve you right having to cook for yourself." She looked up at him, her blue eyes shimmered with tears, as if she were trying to hold them back. Vegeta lowered his arm, his anger rapidly draining. He noticed that she seemed to be babying her arm.
"You stupid fool! You're hurt! You should have told me instead of storming out of the house like the baka that you are!" He would have gone on, but the utter despondency on her face stopped him.
She sighed. "Just go away, I can take care of myself."
Vegeta smirked. "You can take care of yourself? This coming from the woman who wanted to call an ambulance when she broke a nail!?" The idea was so preposterous that he laughed out loud.
"What do you care, anyways?" Bulma asked, crossly. "The only thing you ever think of is beating Goku. You're so self-centered that you wouldn't notice someone in pain if they stood right in front of you." She scoffed.
"I noticed you, didn't I? Stupid woman, I'm not nearly as self absorbed as you are." Irritated, he dropped to the ground and picked her up.
"Put me down, you stupid monkey!" She started to pound him on the chest, but only ended up hurting her arm again.
"Hold still, baka! Do you want to be dropped?" They took off, Bulma bellowing in his ear all the way home.
After they had left, Yamcha came out of the place he had been hiding in. He had been training nearby when he heard Bulma crying. He was just about to reach her when Vegeta showed up. Why hadn't Vegeta felt his Ki? A confused and slightly hurt look crossed his face. What was going on here? Slowly his expression changed to a thoughtful one. He turned, and walked away. * * *
Vegeta landed lightly in front of capsule corp. Gently distributing Bulma onto the ground he stormed into the building, bellowing for her father. "Briefs! Get in here! Bring the first aid kit! Stupid fool hurt herself. Weakling humans, I should have destroyed this planet when I had a chance. Good for nothing fools. . ." He went on like this for quite a while. Sullenly Bulma wondered what his problem was, he wasn't the one that was hurt.
Bulma's mother and father came in, and immediately headed for their daughter. Mrs. Briefs wanted to call a doctor, but Mr. Briefs said that it could be handled in the medic area. Vegeta left her to their pampering, scorning the over-emotional humans for their weaknesses. He returned to his strict training, desperately trying to remove the image of Bulma's unshed tears from his mind. * * *
A few days later the only apparent difference in the relationship between Vegeta and Bulma was the bandage on her arm. "Where's my dinner, woman?"
"I'm going to the party at Master Roshi's. If you want to eat you can make it yourself, or you're more than welcome to join me if you want."
"You mean that I have to put up with that moron Kakorratt and his idiotic friends just to get a meal? Humph. I am Vegeta! Prince of all Saiyans! I do not associate with underlings!" Bulma swung her over-sized purse over her shoulder, careful not to bump her still tender arm.
"Fine. Then starve." She was in no mood to put up with his 'high and mighty' routine, she was on her way to see Yamcha. She turned towards the door, only to let out a small scream as he picked her up from behind.
"I might be going, but I refuse to talk to that baka. Now let's get out of here. The sooner we get there the sooner we eat, and I can get back to my training."
As they rose into the air she complained, "I don't know why we can't use the car. It's just so much more. . . Normal. But I guess you wouldn't care about that, now would you."
"Shut up, woman. You're giving me a headache." That was the last thing that Vegeta said on the trip over there. When they reached Master Roshi's place Vegeta went off as usual, seperating himself from the 'peons' although not before Yamcha saw how he had carried Bulma there.
Yamcha snagged Bulma at the first chance that he got, dragging her into the trees, much to the amusement of their friends. "Bulma, I've been thinking." He started out hesitantly.
"Yes Yamcha?" Her heart started to pound. It was finally time! She just knew that he was going to ask 'the BIG QUESTION.'
"Bulma. . .I-I thinkthatweshouldcoolthingsdownalittle. Maybe even see other people, not that we couldn't still see each other, just that. . ." He was cut off, sharply.
"YOU are dumping ME!? How dare you? After all these years of waiting, this is how you repay me?!!! Get away from me! I don't ever want to see you again!" She picked up a stick from the ground, waving it threateningly. She looked like a baseball player winding up to bat.
"But Bulma. . ."
"I wouldn't try if I were you, baka." A caustic voice came from behind them. "If you keep this up I might have to kill you just to shut her up." Vegeta walked casually into the clearing.
"I don't see what this has to do with you, Vegeta." Yamcha was about to attack, but thought better as Vegeta raised his arm. He glanced over at Bulma, who was silently crying, and admitted to himself that there was nothing left that he could do.
"Leave, Fool." Vegeta said emotionlessly, his hand still aimed at Yamcha's heart. Yamcha threw him a dirty look, and stormed away.
"I don't need your pity, Vegeta." Bulma whimpered.
"No, you don't. You have enough of your own." He probably shouldn't have said that because it seemed to push her over the edge. She sank to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. "Aw. . .Hell." He said as he sat down beside her. He stiffened as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Was she trying to kill him?
"I. . .
"Bah. That baka is no prince. I am a prince." What was he saying? What did he care what this stupid woman thought of him, anyways? He should never have come to see what she was yelling about in the first place. He was totally disregarding the fact that he hadn't even thought before coming to see what the problem was. He really had to stop following these stupid impulses, they only seem to cause more problems.
She seemed to have calmed down when he heard her quietly say, "All I've ever wanted was a family. Someone who cared about me as much as I cared about him. Do I not deserve that? Am I such a horrible person that no one will ever love me? I wish you had killed me when you said that you would. Maybe things are better off in the other dimension." No more tears fell, she was all out.
"It's not, trust me." Vegeta gently wiped away the remnants of her tears. He started to lean forward, for a moment forgetting everything except her.
"Hey Vegeta!" Goku yelled from a distance. "Food's on!" He was already well into his second round. Vegeta gave Bulma one last, sheltered look, and quietly walked away. She hung back, checking her makeup in her ever present compact, and giving enough time so that it looked like they hadn't been together. Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly back to the party.
"Hey, Bulma, what took you so long?" Krillen ribbed her, an evil smirk crossing his face.
"Can it chrome dome." Vegeta warned him.
"Wh-what? Since when have you . . " Vegeta's glare was hot enough to strip paint. Krillen wisely decided to let the matter rest-At least until the two of them were not around. Bulma and Vegeta left early that afternoon, Bulma pleading a headache, and apologizing most sincerely. For a while the group was silent, trying to figure out what exactly had happened, then they shrugged it off and went back to the easy comaradarie that they had always enjoyed. * * *
It was twilight as they flew home, they were surrounded by a gentle haze of color, the earliest stars seemed so close that Bulma knew that if she tried she could catch one. At that moment they seemed to be the only living creatures in the universe. A silent bond began to build that neither would ever admit to existing, but both knew was there. When they reached the Capsule Corporation he dropped her lightly at the door. As they walked in she reached over and grabbed his arm. She looked up at him with large pleading eyes.
"I don't want to be alone. Please don't leave me alone tonight."
He said the only thing that he could. "I won't."
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