Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Fire is Born ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1- A Fire Is Born

By Lovekittie & Mina-Chan

Disclaimer: We do not own DBZ, Bulma, or Vegeta (I wish I did though ^_^ - Lovekittie)

Well here is the story behind the Fan-Fic. Mina-Chan and me where just hanging out in my room one night and out off no where I was inspired to draw a picture. Well my Friend out of no where got inspired to write a Fan fic About it …. So….. Here goes nothing. We Both Actually Wrote this ^_^ )

Bulma sat at her kitchen table sipping her coffee, staring off into space. At least, that's how it appeared. In actuality, she was staring out the window at the Gravity Chamber where a certain Saiyan Prince trained daily.

A frown marked the gentle slope of her forehead and a long piece of her long wavy Skyish Blue Hair fell into her eye. She pushed the lose strand behind her ear. She held her Capsule Corp. coffee mug in both hands, her elbows set on the table, savoring the warmth on this Chilly October morning.

Bulma: Oh, Kami! Even when I'm awake, I can't keep my mind from him.

Slamming her mug on the table, Bulma Rose to leave the room. But in her haste to leave she ran into something big. O not now! Bulma Thought, Anyone but Him!

But it was. She had run into Vegeta. For a moment, they just stood in the doorway, staring at each other. Bulma noticed how her hand felt like it was on fire, then she realized her hand was resting on his shoulder. A blush stained her cheeks as she quickly removed her hand from his hot skin, which was still slick with sweat from his vigorous training. She couldn't read his expression as he stared at her.

Vegeta: Out of my way, Woman! Fix my breakfast!

Bulma: Fix it yourself, you pain in the ass!

At that she stormed past him and towards the CC Gym. (CC= Capsule Corp). Vegeta just watched as she left, he watched the gentle sway of her hips beneath the tight black gym shorts. He watched the way her gorgeous blue locks sway behind her as she walked out the door. Suddenly, he yearned to know what how it felt to run his hands trough that hair of hers. It probably feels like silk, he thought.

Vegeta: (softly to himself) Damn her! She must be a witch to plague my thoughts with such Foolery!

But he still felt how his skin burned from where she had touched him. Her skin was unbelievably soft. With a frustrated grunt, Vegeta left, and headed to the gym himself, Completely forgetting about breakfast that morning.