| Disclaimer: This is what I have to say before you start reading. I do not own dragonballz (not that my fic is that great) so my story is likely not true. I just made it up because nobody really knows what happened between Vegeta and Bulma. And I like to give my version of their love story. Of course this is my first fanfic or else it would have been about something completely different. Bulma and Vegeta are by the way my favourite DBZ couple. lala thoughts (cursive) 'lala' spoken words (Between the ') TRUTH Bulma looked at the wrecked energy reflecting bots, they are too broken to fix. Searching for components to build new ones she wanders of. He's out there training, wrecking my father's bots. Bulma thought of how persistent he was with becoming a supersaiyan. Somehow there was this small admiration for his honour though; he wouldn't stop training until he was strong enough to beat the androids. Bulma couldn't quite identify with the decision made by the Z-fighters. Why didn't they just use the dragonballs to find the androids before they were 'online'? But there was no need in listening to me, I am a woman, what would a woman know about fighting. No, I will be just ok right here, fixing bots. Bulma shrugged; maybe it was better this way. They could go and kill themselves and I will be just fine. They have a point though, there is not much time to locate the dragonballs and then find the location pinpointed by the dragon. If they got to the place where the dragon said they would be, then maybe the androids would be online already and they would be... too late. ********************** Vegeta evaded the blast easily. It was no fun working out with just three bots. He stopped evading, turned around and blasted the energy ball from its position. It faded and his exercise ended. I need more bots to work with. I shall go see if that woman is ready with the other two. Vegeta softly landed on the floor, turned down the gravity and opened the door. 'Woman!' Vegeta's voice echoed trough the house. 'Woman!!' Much louder this time. Bulma sighed and yelled back: 'What is it?' 'I need more workout gear, are you finally finished with those damn bots?' Bulma walked into the room he was standing in. 'If you were patient then maybe those bots would be finished by now!' 'Hmpf, just give me something to work with, or put your 'dad' to work.' 'He's not here, mum and dad are at a science fair in the U.K.' 'If Barbie doll is not here then who is going to cook my dinner?' 'Make it yourself.' Just as Bulma wanted to walk to the tech-invention-room, she felt a breeze rush through her hair. Vegeta stood in front of her, smirking. ' Speaking of food made me hungry.' he said, without clearing the smirk from his face. 'I guess you have to cook now.' Bulma was getting kind of agitated and replied that she was too busy. ' You have hands right? Use them!' Vegeta raised his eyebrow. He grabbed her arms and lifted her from the ground. 'That is no way to speak to a prince.' Bulma closed her eyes. He wasn't hurting her. No, he was actually gentle. It was strange that with his great power he didn't crush her. Vegeta watched her closing her eyes. She didn't shout at him or looked at him angrily, she was just sort of hanging there. Quickly, he came to his senses again and put her back on the floor. 'Just cook, woman.' -'Fine I'll make your freakin' dinner.' Bulma angrily walked to the fridge, took out an easy fix meal and put it in the microwave. She waited until the microwave started beeping, pushed a button and took the meal out. Still looking angry she gave it to Vegeta. 'Here you go, the forks and knifes are over there.' Vegeta thought she might have super speed as well, because when he looked at the forks and then back to where she was standing, she was gone. 'Hmpf.' Forks? A Saiya-jin prince does not need any forks. He could eat fine without them, if he knew how to open the weird food package. It was much like the food rations in Frieza's army, so he opened the package where it said: open here. |