Disclaimer: O h, uh, yeah… I own DBZ! NOT! I am just doing this for fun!

 

A/N: This is from what I have heard, seen, watched, or read about. If everything is not in perfect place, DO NOT FREAK OUT! Just calm down, it’s just a story anyways!

 

The story of Vegeta and Bulma  (Introduction)

 

 

The story of Vegeta and Bulma is actually a love story. Though when these two first met, they totally hated each other. Why? Because the Saiyan prince, that’s Vegeta and the blue-hared smarty, that’s Bulma, were fighting on opposites ends of the battle for earth. Vegeta was fighting with Nappa on his side, while Bulma was fighting with the Z gang on her side. The Z warriors (at the time) were Goku, Gohan, Krillin, Chaozu, Piccolo, Tien, and Yamcha. (Vegeta and future Trunks join around the Android saga, and Goten, Present Trunks, and Android 18 join in between the Cell saga and the Great Saiyaman saga, Videl joins during the Great Saiyaman saga, and Pan joins in DBGT.)

 

Bulma actually didn’t fight; she just rooted from the sidelines. The reason that those two sides were fighting was because the Z gang had killed Raditz. Why did they kill Raditz? Well Goku is not actually an Earthling, but a Saiyan. When Goku was a baby on his way to Earth, Frieza blew up planet Vegeta. Frieza spared 3 young Saiyans, Nappa Vegeta and Raditz, Goku getting a way unbeknownst to Frieza. His mission was to destroy Earth when he got old enough, but when he was younger he hit his head, and forgot about his mission completely. Raditz came to Earth when Goku was about 23 and was disappointed to see that his younger brother hadn’t carried out his mission, and had had a complete personality change of heart, instead of being cruel and rude at heart, he was pure at heart. Raditz then kidnapped Gohan (Goku and Chi-Chi’s son), and said he was going to return him only if Goku kills 100 innocents. Well Goku doesn’t and gets in a fight with Raditz and ends up destroying him with the help of a still evil Piccolo. 	Whew! Now back to our story.  Vegeta started out as a very cruel and bad person but that started to change sometime around the end of the Frieza saga, and the Trunks saga, eventually joining the Z gang. The first time they ever meet in fact it when they on are Namek and Vegeta threatened to kill her and Gohan if they moved while he fought Zarbon. What a way to make an impression eh? The first time that one of those two said something nice to the other one was of course when Bulma asked Vegeta to stay at Capsule Corp. while putting in, “your actually kinda cute.” Vegeta of course got all flustered at this, and openmouthed and big eyed, while gasping “wha… wha...” Typical Vegeta. Bulma might have said this as just an add on but it grew into something more later on.

 

During the Trunks saga, Goku learned, from future Trunks, that his parents where Vegeta and… Bulma!

 

Goku and Piccolo where the only two who knew about this out of the Z gang at the time. Now let me tell you some thing for all you DBZ non-watchers, this seemed highly impossible, why because…

 

1. Those two are the stubbornness’ people in the universe

 

 2. Bulma was with Yamcha at the time, and it seemed like they would be together forever

 

3. Because Bulma and Vegeta both had enough ego for the rest of the Z gang plus many more 

 

4. Because the only thing those two ever did together was yell at each other.

Future Trunks said that he knows it sounds impossible but those two would find their way to each other, and that after Bulma and Yamcha break up, she would fall in love with him, but since he didn’t know his father (Vegeta gets killed in future Trunks’ time line) all he can say is that when he asked his mother about his father she replied “Your father Trunks? Vegeta was a man of amazing talents, a very proud man though. He never once told me he cared about me, but (sigh) I could tell.” It’s also sorta supposed to be a one-time thing in his time line. A passion thing.

 

We see a little more interest on both of their sides, like for instance, Bulma worrying over Vegeta when his training vessel collapses on him, Saying that she had a dream, and that he was a pretty good kisser (in the dream), Vegeta waking up while in his hospital bedroom at capsule corporation and finding Bulma asleep on the desk, and him thinking “What is she doing here?” Bulma getting mad when Vegeta isn’t in his bed, and talking to him while training, and feeling bad when he tells her to “LEAVE ME ALONE!”

 

That’s basically all we see with those two and flirting, more on Bulma’s side than Vegeta’s. While it skips three years in the show, we can only guess what makes those two draw to each other, have a child, then get torn apart again, but I have my guesses. I have a few scenario’s most as unlikely as the next, because we’ll really never know the truth. Stay tuned for my first scenario!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: You know what I wish? That I did have something mildly interesting to put here!

A/N: I wrote this one a while ago, so be careful of punctuation, and if it doesn‘t make sense at first… go with it anyways. Also, Yamcha and Bulma have already had their break-up in this story. PS: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO PUT OUT THERE!

One very usual day, Vegeta was in his usual training capsule, right outside of capsule corp. doing his usual training. He was training to regain his rightful place in the universe as the strongest and most powerful Saiyan, and nothing could stop him!

He was doing some strenuous push-ups when he suddenly heard a buzz behind him. Not thinking much of it, he continued to push himself up with one finger. A while later, he was doing flips in the air, when something caught his eye.

He stopped flipping and saw Bulma staring at him through the screen they communicated on, sighing and watching him, her head resting on her hands. Vegeta didn’t know what to think, so he started to scream, the only rational thing he could think of to do at that moment.

“What the hell are you doing woman?! What in blazes do you think you are watching?! This isn’t a show!”

Bulma looked very embarrassed, and turned a bright red, but then regained her cool, “what do you think I’m doing,” she asked sarcastically, “I’m making sure that you don’t break anymore of my father’s capsules!”

Vegeta growled, “well then stop making these damn capsules so breakable!”

Bulma suddenly looked away at something off screen, and then Vegeta saw Mrs. Briefs face appear on screen. “Oh hello Vegeta dear! I was just about to start making lunch, would you like something- my dear?”

Vegeta smirked, “of course. Just bring me my food out here please.”

Mrs. Briefs laughed then walked away, sighing; “such a sweet young man.”

Vegeta heard Bulma sigh, “mother!” She then reappeared on screen, “now make sure you don’t break one little thing!”

She buzzed out, and left him smirking, “what an intolerable woman.”

He then went back to doing flips in the air.

When Bulma finished doing everything she needed to do in her father’s lab, she stared at the blinking red light that was informing her that someone was in the capsule outside.

Blinking.

Blinking.

She looked around, over her shoulder, making sure her father was gone for sure this time- and that her mother wasn‘t ready to pop out at her on any second. She checked the computer program that allowed her to watch Vegeta, adjusted a few things then started to watch him move his incredible body again, this time knowing that it was a one way screen so that he couldn’t see her watching him.

He had such a great body, and he could do the most fantastic things with it, which greatly impressed her. So she sighed, got comfortable and started to watch the all amazing, all pig-headed Vegeta.

Vegeta was ignoring the growling in his stomach after such an insufficient meal, and was about to set the gravity a little higher when he heard the all-too familiar buzz. He was going to face her again, but decided that she would just come up with another excuse.

So he quietly ran off screen, and Bulma looked at the empty screen bewildered.

Suddenly Vegeta’s face covered the whole screen, “LEAVE ME ALONE!”

This shocked her so badly she fell backwards out of her chair, allowing him to see that she was in the lab- probably still working.

When she finally got off the floor, she didn’t even dignify her staring at him with a response. She just flipped the screen off, turning her nose up at his cruel, cruel laughter.

A few hours later, Vegeta left his training capsule- very hungry. He was thinking about getting some food, but first he needed to pay a visit to a certain stalker.

He entered the lab and was about to start yelling at her and embarrass her when he noticed that she had fallen asleep on the keyboard. And was drooling all over it.

How attractive.

As he stared at her perfectly peaceful, sleeping figure, he noticed a piece of paper tucked under her arms. He grabbed for it, and got it with ease- Bulma only sighing once, then turning her head the other way.

As he stared at the paper he noticed all the writing was done in swirly letters with hearts surrounding the words:

BULMA & VEGETA, MRS. VEGETA, VEGETA + BULMA= FOREVER, BULMA LUVS VEGETA, MR. HOT BODY (SIZZLING!)

Vegeta stopped reading, afraid of what he would see if he continued on.

But still, Vegeta loved attention- and even if it was a foolish little crush from this foolish little earthling. He softened towards her though and decided that even she did not deserve to be found in the morning a pile of drool surrounding her.

Or possibly even electrocuted by the water and the electric object.

As tempting as that sounded actually, he couldn’t do that to her. Someone who idolized him always sounded good in his book. So he carefully lifted her up, and started walking to her bright pink room that he knew just by look While he was walking, he felt her gently move and he looked down as she sleepily looked up at him.

“Is this a dream?”

Vegeta stopped flabbergasted, but replied, “yes it is. This isn’t real.”

She smiles, “oh,” and falls back asleep.

His features soften visibly- as well as his hardness to her- but he ignores those feelings. He carries her to her bed, places her down, pulls the covers over her, and stood there watching her sleep for a while- thinking about how peaceful she was when she was sleeping. He then left the room sighing.

The next morning Bulma woke up not knowing how she got to her bedroom when the last thing that she remembered was falling asleep in the lab. Using deductive reasoning, and some other well to do scientifical evidence- she concluded that she had slept walk to her bedroom.

“Holy shit! I’ve never done that before! How totally cool!”

While she was skipping to the kitchen, ready to tell her parents about such an amazing breakthrough for her, Vegeta was waking up, very groggy. He had barely gotten any sleep last night- and he was sore all over. He had also had a very interesting dream- something about Bulma, but he couldn’t remember quite what. He moved his legs to leave the tiny room, but all he felt was immense, and tremendous pain. But it was back to the training room for him.

He had just pulled his clothes on and was walking by the kitchen, when he heard Bulma talking excitedly to her parents and said something that caught his attention.

“So I just woke up in my bedroom! I am so sure that I slept walk last night! It was so cool!”

Vegeta freezes and decided to listen to them, knowing full well that Bulma didn’t sleep walk last night.

Bulma’s father sounded thoughtful, “are you sure that you didn’t wake up in the middle of the night and just walked to your room? We could watch the security tapes to be sure you know.”

Vegeta froze even more and he felt his stomach drop even further into his body. ‘No! Don’t watch the security tapes!’ His brain screamed.

Bulma sounded hasty, “no need dad. I am fully confident in what I did.”

Vegeta let out loud sigh, and then caught his breath. The conversation in there had stopped and he was almost a hundred percent sure that they had just realized that he was listening to their conversation. He felt his face go hot, but after a minute of waiting, they started talking and he finally started to breathe again.

He thought he hadn’t been seen, or noticed so he was leaving, when suddenly he heard Yamcha come up behind him, “what’s up with you Vegeta? You’re bright red!”

He said this loud enough so that everyone in the kitchen could hear him, and they all turned around and looked at the two. Bulma got up with concern etched on her face.

“Vegeta! You’re not sick are you?! I don’t want you training if you are!” Her hand went up to his forehead, to take his temperature.

Vegeta finally stopped blushing and put the usual disgusted look on his face. “No I am not sick! Leave me the hell alone! I just was walking by! Shit! Can’t a guy even do that anymore?!” He swatted her hand away, then stormed off and practically ran off down the hallway.

He heard (or rather his very sensitive ears heard) her screaming behind him, “JEEZ! I WAS JUST A CONCERNED! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK WHY DON’T YOU!”

Vegeta then heard her mother scream at her, “Bulma! You have a mouth worse then a sailor!”

Bulma just sighed, “shut up mom!”

And then he was out of the house- and earshot.

Later that day, Bulma fell into her usual routine of being bored out of her brains. She once again opened the program to watch Vegeta on the monitor, and was absolutely positive that she had it down this time. She knew for sure that Vegeta had no way of seeing her now.

She was a hundred percent sure.

She was also one hundred percent wrong.

Vegeta was doing his normal regimen, when he heard the almost routine buzz behind him. He was about to start yelling at her when he remembered last night and how beautiful she had been when she had been sleeping.

So he decided to give her one last show before he chewed her out about this whole stalking business. He started to train again, and then afterwards, he started to flex his muscles, giving her something extra to remember him by.

Bulma was going crazy over that in the lab, when Vegeta suddenly left the training capsule way earlier then he usually did. This concerned her quite a bit- and more in an embarrassment way, and fear of being found out by someone.

She quickly flipped off of the monitor, and looked around her desk for something to do. She almost screamed when she realized that the pad of papers with her doodles of Vegeta and her all over them was right in plain view! That was so embarrassing!

She was just pushing the pad of paper into the bottom of her desk, when Vegeta walked in.

She stared coolly at him, and pushed her desk shut, locking it. “What do you want?” Unnoticed to both, Mr. Briefs slipped in behind them and went to his desk and picked up the phone.

Vegeta smirked, and decided to forget to yell at her right now since she would just deny it and instead said, “woman- I want you to charge my gravity machine up so that I can go past 500 times normal gravity. And I want it now.”

Bulma let out a cool laugh, then turned back in her chair to face a blank computer screen, “I’ll consider doing it. IF you call me by my name. Not any more of that damn woman stuff. And I want it to be polite. Don‘t expect me to do it just because you barked at me. Let‘s try something called manners.”

Vegeta turned her back around so that she was facing him, and he leaned down to talk to her, “Fine. Bulma,” he said as sweetly as possible, through gritted teeth, “will you please do me the honor of making your wonderful father’s invention go up to 500 normal gravity.” When he finished talking, he flashed her the biggest fake smile he had ever given anyone in his whole life.

Bulma gave him just as fake of a smile, then turned back to the computer, pretending to type something very important. “That was excellent Vegeta. I give you one gold star. I will do it as soon as I find the time. Or when I choose to find the time.”

Vegeta turned bright red with anger, “that had better be as soon as fucking possible! I don’t have all the damn time in the damn wor-.”

She cut him off short, whirling back in her chair, looking even angrier then he was, “EXCUSE YOU?! IF YOU KEEP GIVING ME THAT ATTITUDE I WON’T DO IT AT ALL!”

Vegeta took some calming breaths after assessing his situation, and sighed, “I meant thank you very much.”

Vegeta then stormed out and Bulma stuck her tongue out at his back. A few moments later, she too left the room- not noticing her father.

Mr. Briefs who had seen the whole thing while on the phone with Ms. Briefs muttered to her, “and the truly amazing thing is that this is the nicest I have ever seen these two to each other. Ever.”

A few days later, Bulma decided not to fall into routine and watch Vegeta. Instead she decided to keep her figure lovely, and got out a very dusty, very old aerobics tape that she kept in a “secret spot” so that when Oolong and Master Roshi came over they didn’t spend hours just watching it.

She also changed into an old spandex work-out outfit that hugged her figure just the way she liked it to be hugged.

She was just really getting to dancing aerobics, when Vegeta walked by hungry for lunch.

He stopped and walked by again to be sure that he was seeing things right, and then stopped and leaned on the doorjamb, crossing his arms over his chest.

He figured that since Bulma was just so willingly bending her body in an open room of the house, and that she had also watched him behind his back a few times, he would just watch her for a few minutes out of his busy training schedule. He was a male wasn’t he? He could definitely appreciate the body that she had.

Bulma had no clue that she was being watched, so like how she hadn’t known that Vegeta had known that she had been watching him the past few days. But she did notice when she heard a simple sigh behind her.

She whirled around, and noticed Vegeta, and she screamed at him. She then looked at him once and realized that he had been watching her! “Hey! What the hell do you think that you’re doing?! Get out! Leave me alone!”

Vegeta cover his ears as her high-pitched winy voice reached him, and she threw the remote and him which he quickly dodged.

Vegeta smirked, letting his embarrassment stay hidden to her. “I am confused on what your definition of leave me alone means. I mean does is simply mean leave or does it me ‘yes I definitely want you to continue watching me even if I have told you not to do so in the past’? Because for some reason you seem to think that is what it means when those words leave my mouth. You think I didn‘t realize you were watching my the past few days? Even after I said those infamous words of yours- ‘leave me alone‘.”

He gave her a nasty grin when he finished talking.

Bulma turned a bright red, and seeing that he was laughing his head off, she did the only rationally thing that came into her mind. She ran to him and jumped on him, tackling him.

If Vegeta had had his guard up, he wouldn’t have been affected one little bit. Since he was in the process of laughing evilly, he fell backwards with her on top of him.

She started to pound at his chest, but at that time, he had his guard back up and he snatched both of her wrists up with one hand.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Bulma tried to bite him, but she could barely move since he was able to keep her pushed against his legs with the hand that was also holding her wrists. “How dare you insult me like that!”

Vegeta didn’t let go of her hands, “well it is your own damn fault! And it is all true!”

Bulma had somehow realized that she had legs, and swung them up to his chest and started to stamp all over them.

Walking down that hallway, Mrs. Briefs stopped short when she saw the scene with Vegeta knocked down on the floor, legs scrunched so that his knees were off of the ground, with Bulma being pushed against them with one of his hands that had both of her wrists bound together, while her legs were scrunched up also, stomping all over his chest, and kicking him in the face, while his other arm was tugging at her hair.

She turned back around, pretending to not have seen anything.

Bulma was howling with pain, “let go of my hair!”

While Vegeta wasn’t in much pain, it was annoying to him to have her keep kicking him the face, “I’ll stop if you will you nasty beautiful bitch!”

Bulma froze, and Vegeta rolled so that she fell off of him onto the ground. He stood up and dusted himself off. He looked at Bulma on the ground, who stared up at him in a daze. “What did you just say?”

Vegeta smirked, trying to REALLY play off what he had said, “what? Don’t like being called a nasty bitch?”

Bulma stood up, “no the word in between that.”

Vegeta shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Bulma stared him in the face, assessing his averting eyes, and red cheeks, and pursed lips; “yes you do! You called me beautiful.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did.”

“No I did-.”

He got cut short as she put a hand over his mouth. She nodded meaningfully, “yes you did.” Ever since Bulma had started watching Vegeta- all she had been waiting for was a sign that he was attracted to her also. And here it was.

She quietly put her hand down, and leaned over to him, gently kissing him.

Vegeta tried to resist, but for someone with such a sharp, dirty mouth- she had had the softest lips he had ever kissed. And the most pleasurable he thought as the kiss quickly got deeper.

She tore away from him for a second, “tell me I’m beautiful.”

Vegeta only nodded, then quickly went back into her kiss. He then growled and lifted her off of his feet, carrying her to his room.

Later that night, Bulma sleepily woke up on a hard male chest. She sighed contently and then breathed in the smell of Vegeta.

She then fully woke up when she realized that she had just breathed in the smell of Vegeta. “Ohhhhhh no…..oh no. What the hell did I just do?”

Vegeta stirred, yawned, and she quickly moved off of him. Vegeta seeming to have realized that his just had gotten a lot lighter (literally), also woke up and stared at Bulma as she was pulling her clothes back on.

Vegeta sat up in his bed, “DID WE JUST…?!”

Bulma nodded in the darkness of his room, “AND IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!”

Vegeta made a grunting noise, “damn right! THE THOUGHT THAT I JUST HAD SEX WITH A PATHETIC HUMAN WEAKLING IS SO INCREDIBLE! I AM ROYALTY! AND DON’T YOU DARE EVER TELL ANYONE WHAT WE DID! ”

Bulma stared at him, amazed at his ego, “LIKE I WOULD WANT TO!”

Having pulled all of her clothes on, she left the room, and ran into the safety of her bedroom.

What had she just gotten herself into? She had never had a one-night stand like that! I mean with Yamcha… oh that had taken a while for her to let him do… that. Lovemaking- that’s what she had called it when the time had come. What she had just done was sex.

‘And you liked it too.’

Stop that! No I didn’t!

‘Yes you did. And you think that Vegeta sure was good in the sack- no use denying it.’

Bulma’s eyes went wide, and she decided to ignore the tiny voice in her head- no matter what it was telling her, and if it was the truth or not.

The next morning, when Bulma and Vegeta meet each other at the breakfast table- all the did was scream at each other.

Nobody noticed anything different between the two of them.

Three months later, Bulma placidly walked up to Vegeta’s training capsule and started knocking- and then banging and kicking at the door when he didn‘t open it.

When it didn’t open still she started screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Vegeta open the damned door! I know you’re in there! I already checked the kitchen! IF YOU DON’T LET ME IN I’LL TELL ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED-.”

Vegeta had quickly opened the door and dragged her in. “Get the hell in and shut the hell up!”

Bulma entered the training facility, and stared at Vegeta. He was covered in sweat, and wearing the tiny shorts he always wore when training. He looked good on video, but SHIT he looked even better right now then the had ever seen him.

Vegeta cleared his throat, and she looked up at his face, “was there a particular reason you were banging on my door- threatening to spill my secret, or not?”

Bulma glared at him, but then started to pace. She stopped, and then she opened her mouth…then shut it. She then opened it again… then shut it again. And then she started to pace again.

A few minutes later, Vegeta could barely stand it so he started to scream, “WHAT? WHAT IS IT?! ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME- OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO WALK A HOLE THROUGH MY FLOOR?!”

When Bulma stopped, she looked like she was on the verge of tears, and his inside’s softened. But he didn’t show it on his face, and finally she answered.

“Vegeta remember three months ago… and…,” she stopped when she saw his face, but then started again, “well obviously you remember. Well I just wanted to let you know that I’m….. pregnant.”

Vegeta’s heart stopped. Funny how usually it could only take one word to stop your heart.

He felt his eyes open wide, and then he felt his mouth drop open, but he quickly closed both, and then opened his eyes.

“Is the child mine?”

Bulma stopped pacing (which she had resumed once she had told him), and walked up to him. She made a growling sound in her throat. Her voice sounded low, and dangerous, “ you had better be joking.”

Vegeta shrugged, “just wondering.”

Bulma kept herself from slapping him, “Vegeta why the hell would I even tell you if it wasn’t your baby?”

Vegeta just shrugged again, “fine.” But she knew that he had no doubt in his mind that the baby was his.

Not wanting to keep anything else from him, she sighed. “Trust me I really didn’t want to have to tell you. But I have to because I have to explain to my parents who the father of my baby is.”

Vegeta showed his shock this time, “WHAT?! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD NEVER TELL!”

Bulma glared at him, “WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL THEM?!”

Vegeta glared at her, “anything but that!”

Bulma reached for the door handle, “YOU’RE IMPOSSIBLE VEGETA! AND SO NOT WORTH THE DRAMA!”

She then stormed out, leaving him with nothing but his thoughts.

“Me- a father, a daddy. Because of a one night stand?! How did I let myself get involved with that woman! I mean it was just like we were fighting, then kissing, and then the sex- once … AND NOW SHE’S PREGNANT!”

Vegeta took a deep breath, and then set the gravity on the highest setting, and started to punch his frustration out.

Six months after Bulma had confronted Vegeta about being pregnant she sat in the capsule corp. hospital room that usually held Vegeta when he broke his capsule on himself.

But now Bulma was staring lovingly at the bundle in her arms, and started cooing like only a mother would… “oh I love you so much baby Trunks! Yes I do! A boo, boo, boo!”

Vegeta happened to walk in at the ‘a boo, boo, boo’ part and stared at her a second, before he cleared his throat to be recognized.

Bulma was so happy that all anger between her and Vegeta was forgotten. She smiled up at him, laughing, “I am guessing that you want to hold your son.”

Vegeta swallowed his pride, “yes I do. His name is Trunks right?” Bulma nodded, and he swallowed his pride even more, basking in her new mother glow, “oh… good name.”

Bulma handed Trunks over to Vegeta, who stared down at the sleeping baby- his hard features visibly softening. “He has my mouth doesn’t he?”

Bulma smiled, a secret smile, “yes he does.”

Vegeta stared down at baby Trunks with so much emotion that Bulma could almost feel it. Vegeta also felt something he had never felt before- pure, unconditional love. Towards such a small thing.

Trunks moved his tiny arms, stretching, and Vegeta felt his heart flutter. “He’s my son, my very own flesh and blood…”

Vegeta then looked over and up and Bulma, smiling. He was about to say something to her, when Yamcha walked in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the scene. “Wow Bulma! Why would you let Vegeta hold you son Bulma? Are you crazy?! He‘ll only hurt him!”

Vegeta took one look at Yamcha, blinked, then turned to Bulma in utter disbelief, “you mean you haven’t told him yet?”

Yamcha was also staring at Bulma, “told me what yet?”

Bulma simply ignored Yamcha, and chose to not recognize him, “why would I have told him? You made it perfectly clear that you don’t want me to tell anyone who doesn’t need to know!”

Baby Trunks had amazingly slept through all of the screaming, and confusion.

Yamcha walked closer her, to be noticed, “what aren’t you telling me?!”

Bulma took one look at Yamcha, Vegeta, and then finally Trunks. She sighed, “Trunks is Vegeta and my son.”

Yamcha looked stunned at this news, his mouth dropping open. Not wanting to face the two anymore, he left muttering, “Bulma and Vegeta- who would’ve guessed? And all this time I thought it might have been some cute guy she met at the market. That is so weird…” he was then gone, down the hallway and out of earshot.

Bulma then sighed, “that was actually easier then I thought it was going to be.” She then let out a laugh, and turned to Vegeta, smiling.

Vegeta, on the other hand, looked very pissed, “why did you tell him?!”

Bulma’s mouth dropped open, “He needed to know! What did you want me to tell him- THAT THE FATHER IS SOME GUYS I MET ON THE STREETS! And besides- what do you mean?! ONE SECOND YOU’RE MAD THAT I HAVEN’T TOLD HIM YET AND THEN THE NEXT YOU’RE MAD THAT I HAVE!”

Vegeta just glared at her, “fine. If you don‘t understand.” He then handed Trunks back to Bulma, and stormed out of there.

Bulma just looked at Trunks, and then sighed, “your father is a stubborn-headed ape.”

A few minutes later, Dr. Briefs walked in and smiled at her, saying; “that’s odd. Vegeta just told me that he was leaving. I wonder why he didn’t want to see his son.”

Bulma sighed, “he did dad. And now he’s gone. Where’s he going off to this time?”

Mr. Briefs just smiled cheerfully, “oh some weird planet on the other side of the galaxy, way out of the way on the other side of the known universe. He did say that he would be back in time to fight the androids though.”

Bulma only nodded, but was silently thinking to herself about how she wished Vegeta would get sucked into a deep dark black hole and never come back to Earth. She then thought that she would rather have Vegeta come back safely for her son… and also her. Bulma sulkily thought this, also thinking, I hate having emotions that hurt.

A/N: Okay tale one- finished. Whew! I would love comments and questions or any sorts of criticism- and honest to God I do not mind flames. As long as they are not totally irrational and having nothing to do with the story.

Stay tuned for tale two!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I wish I owned DBZ- I wish I owned DBZ. Damn- so repeating something over a million times doesn’t work!

A/N: Tale number two! In this story, Bulma and Yamcha start out dating, but don’t worry- it doesn’t last. And also- if certain things from this tale and the first one, or the many more to come sound alike- please forgive. It is so hard to be creative every time- and plus, I like certain ideas.

Bulma and Yamcha had just walked in from going shopping, and Bulma looked very angry with Yamcha. Her blue eyes were turning red, and her hair was actually almost standing on end. She was practically running through the hallway’s- with him following her with his usual pathetic face.

She turned around and faced him when they reached the living room, and his pathetic face turned to one of being utterly frightened.

Bulma screamed at him, her face going a bright red, as deep as a ripe tomato; “What the hell were you thinking?! Didn’t you think I would notice you flirting with those other girls?! Or did you think you could get away with it?!”

Yamcha looked very sorry, and his face had gone back to looking pathetic, and weepy, “oh c’mon babe, she meant nothing to me, we were just talking!”

“And she just accidentally put her hand on your leg? And you accidentally didn’t notice?!”

He stared at her openmouthed and she sighed, looking defeated, almost broken in a way. She sat down on the couch and put her head between her hands, looking on the ground. She then looked back up at him angrily. “No more excuses Yamcha, we are finished, through, over! Don‘t even try to defend yourself to me.”

Yamcha stared at her, first thinking that he could talk his way out of it, just like he always had. But then he realized that there was no way he could make her change her mind- at this moment, so he just looked at her one last time and walked away defeated, shoulder‘s slumped and head down.

Bulma stared at his retreating back, then ran out to the patio, feeling breathless and out of air, practically breaking the sliding glass door. She then screamed at herself, then started to scream to herself some more, “WHY DID YOU LET YOURSELF GET SO DEEP WITH HIM BULMA? HE’S FLIRTED WITH OTHER GIRLS EVER SINCE YOU GUYS WERE YOUNGER! WHAT DID YOU THINK THAT HE WAS GOING TO CHANGE?! THAT THIS ONE TIME IT WOULD BE DIFFERENT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GENIUS!”

She started pacing up and down the patio, trying to vent her anger.

It was then that she noticed a lone figure sitting on the corner of the patio wall, watching her.

She jumped back from surprise, “Vegeta! Were you spying on me!? AGHH I hate you even more then I hate Yamcha at this moment! Damn you!”

He looked at her with a look if indifference on his face that only made her even angrier, “Excuse me? I was just sitting out here, minding my own business, when you suddenly rushed out here and started talking to yourself!” Bulma was about to speak when he smirked, “but have I told you lately that your voice is so enchanting and soft? Seriously.”

She stared at him openmouthed, “Why… you… AGHH! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE SO…” She then screamed for a long time and when she stopped he was staring at her, the same look still on his face.

“Are you done screaming you infernal woman? I don’t think my ears can take much more!” He smirked at her indignantly.

“Shut up! You have no idea of what it is like being a woman, or the hardships I go through!” Vegeta let out a laugh when she said this.

“Thank the heavens! Shit! I’m a Saiyan prince, I do not need to put up with this- or any of your other bitchy moaning!”

He got off of the balcony railing, and had started to walk past her when she said, “in case you haven’t fucking noticed, this is a little planet we call earth! Your social standings on Vegeta do not matter here!”

They were staring at each other (like they always do on the show) with sparks of tension and anger and frustration flying in between them.

Suddenly Yamcha walked out onto the patio “Listen babe I’m sor- Jeez what the hell is going on here?”

Bulma and Vegeta stopped glaring at each other, and they both turned and stared intently at Yamcha.

He suddenly looked scared, “Never mind, forget I asked,” he muttered and slowly backed off, and out of the patio, smiling at the pair.

When he was gone Vegeta and Bulma looked at each other again, electricity racing in between them, they‘re eyes locked on each other.

Bulma suddenly whirled around, deciding that her time is not worth a staring contest with the cockiest person on the planet. She stopped for a mila-second, hearing Vegeta mutter, “don’t go back to Yamcha, he doesn’t deserve you.”

She didn’t know whether she was supposed to hear that, or if it was just an accident that she heard what he had muttered. She didn’t stop walking until she got into her room and had angrily slammed the door shut.

Vegeta hadn’t even noticed Bulma, until she had started talking (screaming) to herself, startling him. He almost fell off his corner on the patio, but thankfully she hadn’t noticed that.

They had talked to each other like they always did, he thought, nothing but screaming and insulting each other, but he had grown accustomed to that, and even enjoyed it sometimes.

He was glad she didn’t hear him mutter that last part, about Yamcha not deserving her. She would never have let him live it down. Damn her.

It was true though, Vegeta thought as he took a look at the stars, Yamcha took her for granted, and those two shouldn’t have been going out from the start, but he had never interfered, letting the dumb human’s ruin there own lives. He had seen it coming from a mile a way, with Yamcha always doing something stupid, and Bulma getting very angry with him, but from what he had heard from his tiny spot on the patio, it sounded like they were really through this time.

But you never knew with those two.

He smacked himself on the head all of the sudden.

Why did he care about the humans screwed up love lives, it didn’t even matter what they did!

But he couldn’t stop thinking about how attractive Bulma was, and how sweet and considerate she could be when not biting ones head off…

NO! Stop it!

He scolded himself and left the patio, passing Bulma’s room as he walked down the hallway. He stopped and looked in at her sleeping form, watching her very intently, not noticing that she could see him watching her in the mirror right next to her bed.

He then sighed and continued walking down the dark, lonely hallway.

The next morning, Bulma was eating breakfast by herself when Yamcha walked up to her with a bright smile.

“Babe I know we can forget about what happened, and just get back together. Please, I miss you.”

Bulma gave him a dirty look, “how did you get past security?”

He looked at her blankly, then started to whine, “b---a---b---e---e. We should totally get back together. I can’t go on without you!”

Bulma put the spoon back in the mushy bowl of cereal, and took a look at him, angry. “That’s fine Yamcha, but it’s no longer we, but you and I! Now leave me the fuck alone.” She was about to start insulting him and his puniness when she noticed Vegeta walking by and stopping when he had seen them together, looking interested.

He was eavesdropping!

Oh how much she hated Vegeta at that very moment.

That reminded her of the fight last night, and aggravated her more. Fine if he thought that Yamcha didn’t deserve her, then he was going to have to tell her on his own.

She decided to try to make him jealous.

She suddenly smiled up at Yamcha, and put her fingers on his arm. “I don’t know yet, I’m still so confused, let me think about it.” She then batted her eyelashes at a smiling Yamcha, who looked a little confused.

She then saw Vegeta go bright red with anger, but instead of saying anything he just walked off, sounding mad, and his footsteps echoed on the empty hallway.

She smiled triumphantly, but then noticed her fingers and moved them off of slime-balls arm.

Yamcha was now looking at her with a big goofy smile on his face. “You mean that babe?”

Bulma looked at him disgusted. “No! Now leave me alone!” She couldn’t belive that she had let herself touch him. “I have to go burn your stench off of my hands.”

Vegeta couldn’t believe what he had just heard!

Bulma and Yamcha back together- again!

No it couldn’t be!

But it could be, because he had just seen it.

Still, he had to accidentally walk by the kitchen again- just to be sure...

This time though when he had walked by slowly, Bulma wasn’t in the kitchen, just Yamcha, looking sad- and his usual pathetic face was on too.

He would give anything to kick Yamcha’s ass everyday just to remind him who was boss and who was pathetic.

Vegeta then decided to interrogate Yamcha and get the truth out of this pathetic human being that he was looking at in disgust.

He slowly walked in, and pretends to not notice Yamcha, and started rummaging in the kitchen for something to eat. He then noticed that he was looking in the wrong cupboards.

He then turned around, pretended to notice him and looked at Yamcha and laughed.

“Why the long, ugly face Yamcha? Did you just realize that they no longer have the hair spray that you wanted at the store?” Oh that was a good one. Score one Vegeta.

Yamcha just looked up at him, not even trying to retort to that. Vegeta thought he looked broken in a way. Pathetic.

“No- it’s just… it’s just, I really think Bulma and I are through! I mean she won’t even except my apology! Women! Just be glad you don’t have to deal with them!”

Vegeta was surprised that he had gotten that much out of him- and was kind of upset. What did he mean he didn’t have to deal with women? He didn’t think he was gay did he? Vegeta scowled, and turned back to him.

Yamcha must have suddenly realized whom he was talking to and said, “But then that’s none of your business, is it Vegetable? You are so damn nosy. It‘s a good thing your gay so you don‘t have to deal with women.”

That little bastard! He was going to kill him! But then Vegeta realized that would not sit well with the humans he was living with and they would probably kick him out of the house.

Yamcha must have been thinking the same thing, because he then laughed!

Vegeta hated it when Yamcha did that, and was about to start pummeling him- just enough so that he would still live, when he Dr. Briefs walked in. “Morning you two! Vegeta! I fixed the equipment you needed, so you can get back to training now.”

Vegeta scowled at Yamcha then muttered, “Fine!” He then walked out and was walking down the hall when he suddenly bumped into someone.

Thinking it was one of the robots, he sneered. “Watch where you’re going you infernal beast!”

He then looked up and noticed Bulma sneering at him. “Why, I just walked into the pile of shit I was looking for! What are the chances of that?!”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow! “Why you little piece of trash! You bitch!”

Bulma looked at him taken back. “Hey don’t say that! Or I’ll get my boyfriend on your sorry ass!”

Vegeta smiled at her then burst out laughing. “Boyfriend? Oh you mean Yamcha!” in a crude mocking voice he added, “He just told me that you won’t accept his apology, and that you’re really through this time! That after all this time that you guys are finished, over?”

Vegeta gave her a laugh, “That boyfriend?”

She stared openmouthed at him, not saying anything.

He smirked, “sorry that your so pathetic that you can’t even keep a grasp on one pathetic, dumb ass little boyfriend.”

She stared at him angrily, and then suddenly tears welled up in her eyes “You bastard!”

She then ran down the hallway crying.

Vegeta should have felt good about that, and congratulating himself for finally shutting her up…

but instead he felt sorry for her. And she made him feel guilty. I mean he had practically spent his whole life killing innocent people, and then one woman made him feel guilty!

Damn her!

He walked down the hallway, and stopped at her room. He didn’t bother to even knock. He just entered sighing.

Bulma was crying on her pillow when she heard the door open. She looks up and saw Vegeta standing there looking pathetic.

He actually looked sorry for her, but it was probably just one of his dumb acts, she thought. But then she remembered Vegeta was not even capable at faking emotions.

He then looked at her then, swallowed and said, “Bulma… I’m s-s-s-sorry for making you cry.”

She didn’t say anything for a while, and contemplated making him feel guilty, but then replied, “it’s not you Vegeta. It’s just that Yamcha’s the only boyfriend I’ve ever had, and he and I used to be perfect, and then everything fell apart! Vegeta, I thought I loved him.”

Vegeta started walking out of the room, looking relieved, when Bulma decided she wanted to keep him around longer, so she added, “and what you said really hurt me too.”

He was stopped still, standing there looking like he didn’t know what to say- which he didn‘t.

She then sat up and patted the spot next to her. “ I know this sounds weird, but can I cry on your shoulder for a few seconds, I really need it.”

He didn’t do anything for a few seconds, but then walked over and sat down, looking at her funny. Human women were so weird he thought.

“I’m not doing this because I like you, it’s because I felt bad for making you cry! You got that!” She nodded, and then leaned over, then she started to cry on his shoulder.

He just sat there for a few moments, then he started to pat her on the back. Before she realized what she was doing, Bulma had told Vegeta the whole story of her and Yamcha, starting when they first met to this morning, leaving out only the part about wanting to make Vegeta very jealous over the whole little getting back together thing.

She suddenly realized who she was talking to (just like Yamcha had), and pulled herself up and off of her bed, “OH MY GOD! Vegeta I’m sure you didn’t want to hear that, sorry. It‘s just that I got sad. And talking makes me feel better and…”

He looked at her, with his usual look of disdain gone, than said, “actually, I find it quite interesting, seeing how I’ve never been in a long-term relationship before. I learn lots from you humans.”

She looked at him and thought Vegeta is not so bad after all, while he was thinking I’ve never met anyone like her before, suddenly they both leaned forward, slowly, slowly, slowly… They started to kiss, a shy one at first, that gets really deep, and that kissing leads into something else…

The next morning, Vegeta woke up besides a sleeping Bulma. He sat staring at her sleeping form, when he realized that his training had to come first.

No one could stop him from his training. He needed to be the strongest.

He got dressed leaving Bulma alone in her bed, trying very carefully not to wake her up. He stopped and then took one last longing look at her.

Nobody must find out about this, and nobody ever will, Vegeta silently said to himself.

He was training extra hard, when he heard an angry knock.

He didn’t need to ask who it was, he already knew.

He opened the door and there was Bulma standing there, looking very disheveled, and angry. “What’s your problem?” he asked as nicely as one could in the situation he was in.

“You obviously!” She glared at him.

He knew he could not show his fear of her so he just said, in his most disinterested voice, “about last night woman, nobody can know, you got that?”

She smiled an icy smile at him, “ Oh nobody ever will, and it will never ever happen again, you got that… man?” She mocked him, making him angry, but before he could retort, she walked off, leaving him alone.

He had never realized how much that could hurt.

Bulma couldn’t believe Vegeta’s arrogant behavior!

He was such an arrogant fucking male pig! A cute, loving (at times), understanding (at times), arrogant pig! “No Bulma don’t even think about him! He and Yamcha both don’t deserve you!” she scolded herself out loud.

Thank whomever fully no one was around. “No thinking about Vegeta! Got that? He‘s just the biggest bastard of all time and you can do nothing about him and his damn ego.”

Yamcha didn’t even matter to her anymore, him and her had never shared a bond like this, and it was so weird. She was totally freaked out by it.

But she wasn’t going to think about that, from now on, she was going to work herself silly, and try as hard as she could to forget about last night!

She wasn’t even going to communicate with Vegeta, besides their usual petty arguments.

Which would mean nothing to hear. Just like he did.

Luck was not on Bulma’s side.

She had tried to forget about ever even… going all the way, with Vegeta, but that was very hard. Especially since they saw each other almost every day, even though Vegeta was in his training capsule almost 24/7.

But now she had to face him and tell him.

So she sat in the kitchen and started to wait for him.

It was about three in the morning when Vegeta finally walked in. He was walking straight towards his isolated room, when Bulma stopped him. “Get out of my way!” when she didn’t budge Vegeta tried pushing past, “move it Bulma, I need sleep!”

“Wait first you need to hear this!”

He looked at her, and then he crossed his arms and gave her a look that said HURRY YOUR ASS UP! “Remember that night we… shared four months ago?”

He looked surprised at her bringing it up, his mind whirling back to that night. They hadn’t talked about it since that morning, and it was extremely awkward situation. Bulma thought she saw him soften up, but when he looked her in the eyes, he raised himself back up. “Yes, what is it?” he asked.

“Well there was a result,” he looked confused so she added, “you’re going to be a daddy.”

His eyes bulged open at this, his mouth dropping open in shock, he started gasping, “Wha…? Wha…?” he then composed himself and asked, “are you sure it’s mine?”

She was shocked, startled, outraged at this question, even a little hurt. She screamed at him “OF COURSE IT YOURS! YOU’RE THE ONLY GUY I’VE EVER SLEPT WITH! WHAT? ARE YOU STUPID?!”

“FINE BULMA! I WAS JUST MAKING SURE IT WASN’T YAMCHA’S!”

She was shocked, “Yamcha’s? As you said ‘Yamcha doesn’t deserve me’, or did you think I didn’t hear that?”

For the second time that night, he looked shocked. After a few moments he straightened himself up and said, “Well what are you going to do about it.”

She looked him straight in the eyes. “I’m going to have the baby, and I’m going to have to tell my parents that you’re the father.”

“No Bulma, you can’t!”

“Look I’m not thrilled to tell my parents either, but I can’t just lie can I? I can’t lie to my parents!”

“Fine do what you must, but don’t tell anyone else.”

Nine months after that night Vegeta and Bulma had shared; Bulma was in the Capsule Corp. hospital room, holding a bubbling baby boy in her arms. “Baby Trunks, you are the cutest of the cute! I’m glad you take after me! But then again, I’m also glad you take after your father, too.”

She winked at baby Trunks, who started laughing (gurgling). All of the sudden the door opened, and Vegeta walked in.

Bulma was so happy, even Vegeta couldn’t bring her down. She smiled at Vegeta; “did you come to see your baby Trunks!” She hugged the bundle in her arms tighter; “do you want to hold your son?”

He swallowed than nodded slowly, “Trunks? I like that.”

She looked him in the eyes and said, “I knew you would.” He smiled at her, the first real smile they had shared in a long time. She handed Trunks over to Vegeta.

The man smiled down at his son, who giggled at his father. Bulma smiled as she felt the connection in between father and son. “My son, my flesh and blood, my baby.” He just barely whispered this, so that she could barely hear it.

She met his gaze and said, “our son, our flesh and blood, our baby.”

He looked straight into her soul, or so she felt, “your right.”

They sat there looking at each other for a few moments before they both started to speak at once. “Look Bulma I’m-,”

“Vegeta I want us to be a good mother and father-,”

They both look at each other, then laughed. All of the sudden the door creaks open, and Dr. Briefs walks in. “Oh good day Vegeta, training going well I expect?” He smiles his usual smile and continues, “Just coming to see my grandson, and your son.” He smiled at both Vegeta and Bulma, who have just turned inconceivably bright red.

Yamcha walked in looking surprised; “Vegeta’s the father?” When no one answered his question, he took the silence for a yes, and continued, “Of all the men in the stinking world, it was VEGETA? Man, now that’s just way to crazy…”

Dr. Briefs looked at the three and walked out, still smiling at Vegeta and Bulma, not wanting to get in the middle of all the mess in their lives.

Yamcha looked suddenly very angry, “Bulma, you told me that the father was some guy you met at the market? How could you lie to me like that?”

“Well it wasn’t that hard Yamcha, considering all the times you’ve lied to me!”

He looked even angrier, then walked out slamming the door behind him.

She looked at Vegeta who was looking at the door shocked. “You told him the father was some guy you met at the market place?”

He looked at her, even angrier then Yamcha had. She gave him a smile, “Um… yeah?”

He got even angrier looking.

She looked at him exasperated; “What?! You were the one who said you didn’t want me to tell anyone! What was I supposed to do when Yamcha noticed me getting fat? Tell him that I was bloated?”

Just when she didn’t think he couldn’t get any angrier, he got even angrier with that, “you still could’ve told him that I was the father! Or were you to ashamed?”

“YOU WERE THE ONE TO TELL ME NOT TO TELL ANYONE! GOD YOU ARE SO ANNOYING! YOU ARE THE BIGGEST BASTARD OF ALL TIME!”

Trunks at the moment started to fidget, and then started to cry. Vegeta gave him one last look, then handed Trunks slowly back to Bulma.

“Fine,” he said in a calm controlled voice, “if that’s how you feel, then I’m just going to leave. I’m going to train in outer space, AND DON’T YOU TRY TO CALL ME!”

He then walked out, doing the same thing that Yamcha did, making Trunks cry even harder. “Well Trunks, I guess it really is just you and me now.” She sighed.

Outside she could hear Vegeta’s space pod hum to life, then blast away. She sighed again, the looked at the bundle in her arms; “well at least I’ll always have a part of Vegeta with me…”

Being alone sucked.

A/N: That didn’t take as long as last time- did it? And the thing about Bulma still being chaste was kind of far out there, but I haven’t seen it many stories. Just stay tuned!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                Disclaimer: I will someday be able to say that I own db/z/gt! (Insert evil sounding laugh). Unfortunately, at this time nothing can be said of that sort.

A/N: Tale number three. This time, Yamcha is very scarce, but I am trying something besides the one nightstand. Let’s see if it works shall we?

 

 

Vegeta had been training all day (for the last four days) and was very sweaty, very hot, and very tired. He was thinking about what new training equipment he definitely needed (since he had just totaled the ship with one of his energy blasts), so instead of walking to his room, he walked to the lab. Time for a heart to heart with the dear professor.

The lab was empty when Vegeta walked in, except for Bulma, who was busy typing away at her computer. She looked up as Vegeta walked in, hearing his footsteps on the tiled floor, and half-smiled at him, happy to see another human, after so many hours of looking at computers.

But he didn’t smile back, or show sympathy to the clearly over worked girl, and instead just snapped, “ WOMAN! I want new training equipment! I want a 500-gravity trainer, new training games, and a new monitor. And I want it fast dammit.”

When she didn’t answer right away, he eyed her, “got that?”

Her smile had faded, and she looked at him as though Vegeta was nothing but a bucket of slime, which she probably thought he was.

When she still didn‘t answer, Vegeta sighed. “Well?” he inquired; he hated it when she looked at him like that.

She then looked away from him and put a nonchalant face on, looking at the monitor and started typing again, “maybe I’ll do it, but first you have to stop calling me WOMAN, and call me Bulma instead. I also want you to ask again, nicely this time. You got that?”

He stared at her seething madness. If he hated it when she looked at him like that, then he despised when anyone talked to him like that, especially mocking him and hurting his pride. “I’m a Saiyan! A Saiyan prince for that matter! I do not need to talk to anyone like that!”

She looked up at him with a half-smile again, except that time it looked evil, one that he had gotten to know as her ‘I- am -in-charge-and-you-know-it-look’. Vegeta was practically shaking in his boots (not), but he managed to keep his composure, reminding himself that she was just silly, bitchy, over worked woman. He was going to say something to wipe that smile off of her face, but she beat him to it; “In case you haven’t noticed, Prince Vegeta, we are not on planet Vegeta, but instead on Earth, where you past social standings have no precedence here. So either you ask nicely, or you can FORGET IT! Now show me some fucking respect of just get the hell out!”

Vegeta was ready to strangle Bulma, but then he closed his eyes, counted backwards from ten in his head then laughed. He sometimes did know when to shut up to get what he wanted and put on the nicest smile in the world, even giving her a wink. She growled, but he thought she looked kind of cute when she was angry, and she hoped that his little change of attitude would work on her. “Bulma, would you please do poor pitiful me, who lost all of his planet and people, except for one of the stupidest people ever, the honor of making my stuff bigger and better. Please, you’re the only one who knows how to handle it. Because you are just to awesome for me to even say so.”

She smiled at him and he smiled back. “Good,” she said, “that was much, much better, but there’s only one problem.”

Vegeta stared at her openmouthed, thinking about how he was going to wash his mouth out later because he couldn’t believe what he had just said to sound nice to this foul bitch. He hit the desk top with his hands,  “What? What is it?! Tell me what I did wrong! I want this shit done by tomorrow!”

She smiled even bigger as he got angry, “I don’t know how to do any of the stuff you asked for, and you’ll have to ask my father.”

When his eyes started to twitch, she batted her eyelashes and added, “but that was good, very good. The nicest I have ever heard you.”

Vegeta’s eyes bulged out of his head, and his mouth hit the floor, “you mean I did all that for nothing? I was nice to you for no reason?” She nodded, and he screamed, and then added, “and you are never going to let me live this down are you?” She slowly nodded her head, and he screamed at her “AGHH! YOU LITTLE BITCH!” he stomped out of the room, too angry with himself for falling for her little ploy. He then heard Bulma laughing at him (AT HIM!) and got even madder.

He stopped, turned around, walked back into the room, stomped back over to her and said, “STOP IT! STOP LAUGHING! JUST SHUT UP. I WILL KILL YOU! I AM ROYALTY- YOU ARE JACK SHIT. I DO NOT DESERVE THIS! AT ALL!”

She started to laugh harder at seeing his outburst, and breathed in between laughs, saying, “Make me.” He stared at her again, and then did the first thing that came into his mind to get her to shut up.

He kissed her.

It was just a hard angry kiss that he was using to get back at her, showing that he had power over her, but then when Bulma got over her shock, she started to kiss him back, and the kiss became a slower, softer, more sensuous kiss. Much to the surprise of both they opened their eyes, and stopped the kiss for just a second. They then leaned deeper into the kiss.

 The kiss that lead into something more…

 

                The next morning, Bulma and Vegeta woke up next to each other on the floor of the lab.

                They stared at each other, blinked a few times, and then slowly got up.

                They both started to gather their clothes very quickly and quietly, not quite meeting each other’s eyes.

                 They both had all of their clothes back on when they finally looked at each other. Bulma spoke first. “What happened last night was a mistake.”

                Vegeta swallowed hard, then put on his hard, angry face, “I agree.”

                She slowly nodded and looked back down to the floor, “And it will never happen again.”

                Vegeta started to walk towards the door, but stopped and turned to look at her, “I agree on that, too.”

                She slowly nodded again, “Good.”

                Dr. Brief walked in at that moment and looked at the two of them and smiled. “Well you two certainly are here early, or did you guys stay up all night working?”

                Vegeta didn’t answer, so Bulma did, “Uh, I was just helping Vegeta get his new equipment ready… We must have lost track of time. I didn‘t realize how late it is.”

                Vegeta then found his voice, “Yeah, yeah that’s it.”

Dr. Brief looked happy with that answer and said, “alright then dear.“ He then turned on the main processor and started typing, ignoring the other two whom were looking at him in disbelief that he had fallen for such a cock and bull story.

                Bulma and Vegeta both backed slowly towards the door, making sure that the fact that none of the equipment was on didn‘t clue Dr. Brief in on the fact that they hadn‘t been working all night. When they were both out of the lab and in the hall,  they stared at each other again, Bulma not wanting to look away for some reason.

                “Well, um, yeah,” was all Bulma could get out as Vegeta looked into her eyes as if he was searching for something. They then looked at each other, then both looked away and started to go down separate hallways.

                A minute passed, and nothing happened in front of the unassuming doorway to the lab, then suddenly both Vegeta and Bulma ran back to the lab door, straight into each other’s arms.

                They started to kiss again, and this time Bulma led Vegeta into her room.

 

                3 weeks later, the tumultuous relationship was still happening- and no one still knew about it. And Bulma thought that maybe that was one of the reasons the relationship was still happening. An air of danger at being discovered at any moment.

 Bulma was secretly smiling at the breakfast table with Yamcha at her side one day when he looked at her, “why are you so happy? Did your favorite nail color just come in?”

She turned to him, “why are you so sad- you’re boyfriend not putting out anymore?”

He just turned away, and started to eat his breakfast vigorously.

Bulma was just sitting staring at his breakfast, yawning her heart out, waiting for her food to be made (she was hungry), when her dad walked in and sat in between her and a mumbling Yamcha (something about not being gay and the what-not).

Dr. Brief smiled at the two, then put on a mysterious face (his thinking one) and then smiled and turned to the two of them, “funny- Vegeta’s usually up eating or complaining about one of his capsules by now. It’s intriguing isn’t it? Recently he’s been sleeping in a lot later then I have ever seen anyone. And the even funnier thing is that not only is he going to bed earlier- he hasn’t been complaining about any of his equipment as usual and when I checked his main computer it turns out he’s training about half as much.” Bulma looked up, suddenly losing her appetite, and told the robots to stop making her food.

Yamcha had looked up when Dr. Brief had spoken, and then had turned to her, “that is mysterious. Maybe he found a girlfriend or something. Doubt it though- the only girls he ever talks too are Bulma and Mrs. Brief.” Yamcha let a laugh out and started to point at Bulma, “let me guess. You and Vegeta are secretly going out! Yeah… right.”

Bulma glared at him, after getting over the embarrassment over Yamcha hitting so close to home, “OHHH! Just what are you implying? That I couldn’t get Vegeta if I wanted? Well you’re wrong. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?! THAT I AM SO UGLY AND OLD THAT NO GUY WOULD EVER WANT ME?! WELL I HATE YOU!”

Yamcha looked at her confused, but didn’t say anything, very used to her mood swings.

Bulma then excused herself, and walked down the deserted hallway to Vegeta’s room. He was still sleeping and in the same spot as when Bulma had left him a little over and hour ago. She smiled at his sleeping form, and then shook him awake. He sleepily turned to her, “What the fuck do you want? I was trying to sleep! May I remind you it is your fault that I was up so late last night anyways?!

 She pushawed, “look- family’s getting suspicious. You need to actually go train all day. Like you used to… you know?”

He turned to go back to sleep, but she ripped the covers and he got up, “fine. But I don’t want you bursting in at lunch time- trying to seduce me. Got that?”

Bulma laughed, “I think I can manage one day without seeing you. Now go…”

He just sighed, “I guess I’ll just have to see you tonight…”

               

                The next week flew by, and Vegeta found himself waking up next to Bulma as he usually did. She was still snoring perfectly as she usually did, and he actually put on something resembling a smile.

This relationship was about the most serious one he had ever, ever had, considering that while he had worked for Frieza, he had never wanted a relationship- just pointless sex. But here she was, and here he was- and it wasn’t a one-nighter. It was definitely weird.

 He rolled around and looked out at the night sky, with sunrays barely filtering through it, and sighed. This was the good life.

But then he frowned and looked back to Bulma’s snoring form.

He was getting very serious with her. Almost too serious. He wasn’t training half as much, and he didn’t think he was ready to be in any sort of relationship.

And then his mind clicked. How could he even consider getting serious with…with- this earthling. Him a Saiyan prince- with… her, and she wasn’t even royalty! 

Then it hit him, the cold block of reality. He had been living a fantasy these past few weeks, and realized that he would never achieve Super Saiyan-dom with her. She was holding him back.

It was then that he realized he had to choose over her or his training and eventually getting stronger and beating Kakarot. It took him a while to decide but then he did.

The way any good Saiyan prince would have.

 

                Bulma woke up in empty bed, but that didn’t surprise her, because Vegeta usually woke up earlier than her, to train, ever since her father and Yamcha had been talking that one day.

 She had spent the whole day doing nothing, and was eating breakfast (at around two), when she saw Vegeta come in. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and his face looked stone cold.

She smiled at him, but thought, strange, he usually trained all day, so what was he doing here now?

She got up from the table, and walked up to him, looked around, and then brushed a kiss across his cheek; “hey what’s up?”

He looked at her, in a very cold way she hadn’t seen in a long time. The look she had gotten the first time she had ever met him on Namek.

She was glad no one was here right now to see the obvious look of contempt that he was giving her. “Woman, why on earth should I tell you anything!”

She looked over her shoulder to make sure no one else was here, and that he was talking to her, then said, “because of what we did last night, and the night before that, and the night before that…”

He smiled at her, but it was a cruel unkind one, and when he walked closer to her,  she backed up, hitting the wall. “Oh that, well that was fun while it lasted, but I think you need to understand, that I, a Saiyan prince, and you, a mere earthling, could never be.”

She looked at him shocked, laughed at first, but then looked into his cruel black eyes, “What? What are you s-s-s-saying?” She asked in a wobbly voice, she couldn’t hide her hurt emotion in her voice.

He laughed cruelly. “That we are over. Actually we never were, you were just something fun to have for a while. But that is over now, so this is just a good bye.”

She felt hurt, but then experienced a stab of pride right in her heart, “Well is that so? That’s fine with me! You’re right it was fun while it lasted, but I’m ready to move on. I don’t need a little bastard like you anyways. Go fuck Yamcha or something.”

She whirled around and walked away with her nose held high, not daring to look at him after saying such a blatant comment.

As soon as she turned the corner though, and was out of his eyesight, she broke into a run, running until she got to her room, where she started to cry.

Today was supposed to be a happy day, today was supposed to be the day her and Vegeta became a family.

Today was the day she was supposed to tell him that she was pregnant.

She hated him with every fiber in her being right now.

 

                When Vegeta told Bulma the news, he expected her to ask more questions, about why.

But she didn’t.

 Maybe she knew him better than he thought.

 Vegeta had been shocked when she had bitten back against him so cruelly, and could here her running down the hallway into her room, and them slamming the door, but he did not go after her.

He had to break off all ties with her, he told himself as he walked back out into the front yard, but whenever he thought of her shocked face, he felt like his heart was breaking.

But it couldn’t be, because he didn’t love Bulma, did he?

 He shook that thought off with a cruel decisive laugh, he had made up his mind, and he was going to stick with it, no matter what. He had to be the strongest thing in the universe, and no woman was going to hold him down.

But if that was the case, than why did he want to go in after Bulma and comfort her, and hold her, as he usually did?

But no, he had to forget about her right now, even if that meant he would never see her beautiful, smiling face again. He was confused right now, so he just went back to training, trying to get all of the answers by making himself drop dead tired from all o the excessive training.

 

                The next day Vegeta was training extra hard, because that was the only way he could let his anger out. He had gone from being confused to angry very fast when he had realized that Bulma hadn’t been that hurt when he had broken things off with her. In fact- she seemed un emotional at all in the whole thing.

All of the sudden, he heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was Mrs. Brief delivering his lunch, he flew down to the floor, and then went and opened it.

It wasn’t Mrs. Brief though, instead it was Bulma, a very angry looking Bulma.

She stormed past him, walked in, typed something on his main console, and then turned around glaring at him as all of his training equipment shut off.

“Woman why did you do that?”

She was still glaring, scowled, and then turned to him when she said, “I’ve got something important to say, and your going to listen to me, you got that?”

“What in hell is going on-,”  She just cut him off, and her scowl deepened.

“Look this is very important, so just shut the fuck up!” She walked closer to him but closer, seemed to lose her bitchy attitude. Her voice changed from all empowering to barely being heard. He had to strain to hear, “Vegeta, you-you-you’re going to be a…”

She stopped closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, looked at him straight into her eyes and said, in a voice that cracked, “… a father.”

Vegeta was shocked at this, and his face showed it. His mouth dropped to the floor, his eyes bulged open, and he started to hyperventilate.

He took a few deep breaths, calmed himself down, remembering that he was a prince and that little things like this couldn’t be bothered with, and said in a very cool voice, “are you sure it’s mine?”

She glared at him again. “OF COURSE IT’S YOURS YOU BASTARD! YOU’RE THE ONLY GUY I’VE SLEPT WITH IN A LONG TIME SO IT HAS TO BE YOURS!”

He said in a very cool calm voice,  “just making sure.”

She seemed hurt, but then went back to scowling and glaring, “Oh your impossible! I hate you!”

She stormed out of the capsule, leaving him to his thoughts.

He coolly walked back to computer and turned everything back on, when it hit him. He stopped and looked up, towards the tiny porthole that showed Bulma stomping across the grounds. Him a father, a daddy… who would have ever thought?

And the fact that Bulma was the mother only made him happier. But no, he shook it off.

He didn’t care!

He would never care!

Never!

Never!

Never!

He shook his head one more time, and started training even harder than before, trying to vent out more then anger.

 

9 months later, Bulma was holding baby Trunks in her arms, smiling down at her son, and laughing when he gurgled a laugh at her funny faces.

Trunks was about a month old, and was getting bigger, and stronger everyday. And Bulma got happier at the fact that she had the most attractive baby, everyday.

 She was glad he hadn’t gotten Vegeta’s forehead though, even if he happened to get the permanent scowl, and every now and then she could see nothing but Vegeta in him.

She sighed, remembering how Vegeta had taken off in his capsule, right after she told him that she was pregnant, and how he hadn’t even come back since that one day, let alone call her. She knew he wasn’t going to be a number one dad, but she thought that maybe he might have wanted to have at least seen their son.

 She sighed again, but then started to laugh as she saw Trunks looking at her funny. He had the biggest cheeks that made the cutest face whenever they scrunched up when he was confused. His little hands started to wave around, and only stopped when they got a fistful of her hair. “OW!” Trunks was so strong too.

All of the sudden she heard something outside, and when she looked out the window, she gasped.

Her heart soared as she saw Vegeta’s capsule land in her backyard.

She quickly got up, and ran outside holding Trunks tightly in her arms, and when she saw Vegeta getting out, she calmly slowed down, and stared at him nonchalantly.

Vegeta’s clothes were tattered, his face was all scratched up, but in Bulma’s eyes, he was as cute as he had ever been.

He noticed her walking towards him, and he ran to meet her halfway.

She smiled, and was glad to see that he had actually ran to met her, that she forgot why she was mad at him for those few seconds, “Vegeta! I was so worried about you! Are you okay?”

He nodded and smiled at her, staring into her eyes for a few seconds, but then he noticed the bundle in her arms, and all attention was brought to it.

“Is that my… I mean our son?”

She smiled at him and said, more proudly then ever, “Vegeta I would like you to meet our son, baby Trunks! Do you want to hold him?”

He hesitated, unsure, but then nodded, and she handed him over.

He smiled at his son, and Trunks gave his usual happy gurgle whenever he was getting attention.

Bulma could almost feel the father/son bond thing as Vegeta stared at his son, and thought to herself ‘maybe we can forget about what happened between us on that last night, and become a happy family’. 

She smiled at Vegeta again, but she saw him staring rather intently at her, as though thinking about something very hard. “Bulma, were is your father, I need to talk to him about getting more supplies.”

She didn’t understand why he would need supplies and acted nonplussed, “Why?”

He looked cautious, “Well I’m going to leave again, and I’m almost out of fuel.”

She was shocked at this news, “But you just got here! Why do you have to leave again so soon?!”

She was getting angry around the baby, but she doesn’t care. “I have to train more, and I can’t let Trunks, or even you, get in my way! You are nothing but silly emotions! I need to get away from you two and train! I have to get stronger than Kakarot! I HAVE TO ACHIEVE SUPER SAIYAN! IF THAT YOUNG MAN CAN THEN I CERTAINLY CAN! Now go get your fucking father!”

She started to cry softly at his harsh words, but hid them behind her lowered lids.

She grabbed a now whining Trunks from him and stormed off saying, “get him your self you big ASS!”

 She then ran to the nursery, wiping her tears, rocked Trunks until he fell asleep, and then put Trunks down for a nap, and she started to cry- hard.

She heard Vegeta’s ship take off a half hour later, while she still had tears running down her cheeks.

The blast caused Trunks to wake up and start to cry also.

She wiped her tears away, grabbed Trunks and held him very closely, rocking him. “This is all your fathers fault! He can’t even take off quietly! Always has to be a loud bastard.”

Trunks looked at her confused at her words, and she smiled, then turned back to the window where she could still see smoke from where Vegeta had taken off, and sighed.

“Please Vegeta come back safely for your son...”

She looked back down at the ground, then back up, and heaved a huge sigh, as though getting a weight off of her shoulders, “… and for me.”

 

A/N: Well, there we go. How come these two can’t just get along? Oh yeah- because their Vegeta and Bulma.