Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Love Story of Sorts ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Please be kind its my first fic

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Chapter 1

She walked into the cold winter morning and sighed as she looked up at the sky. Winter, a time for death, for loss, and cold bitterness, sometimes she couldn't decide whether she loved or hated winter. But with death also comes life, right? Re-birth? Maybe. Or perhaps her whole life was going to be about loss. She failed again, and she hated failing. Failing was something she didn't take lightly or easily for that matter.

Failed. I failed. Miserably I might add. That's ok though, right? Failure is acceptable in life right? *Not to Me though, not in My life!* the little voice in her head reminds her of her over-achieving lifestyle. Sometimes she wished that little voice would just shut the hell up so she could get some peace. Peace, that was what she needed in life though, Kami she needed that. Just a little peace. Maybe if Kami was listening he would bring her some measure of peace, even if it was little. *Yeah right Bulma, this earth we're talking about, not heaven* the little voice chided her. She agreed with herself for once, especially in West Capital City, with friends like Goku, Krillen, Yamucha, and the rest of the Z senshi. She couldn't leave out Vegeta either, he was known for making as much chaos as he could.

Yamucha, that was her failure. She couldn't even make a relationship work, let alone life. Oh well, it wasn't his fault he attracted women like flies. Women were drawn to him, he was famous and handsome. He couldn't help that he had no self-control. Self-control, what a joke. *Kami has a sick sense of humor* she thought. No, Kami had nothing to do with her love life. Besides Yamucha had been bad in bed anyway, she had felt no pleasure there. *Maybe because you slept with him in a last ditch effort to make him love you* "SHUT UP FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE" "Talking to yourself woman?" the saiyan prince replied to her. "I always knew you were a little cracked in the head" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You can shut up too", she replied to the compact saiyan, she was in no mood to deal with him. "Awww, poor little human forget to take her anti-bitch pill?" Vegeta whispered in her ear. Bulma could feel his hot breath tickle the hairs on her neck; she wasn't comfortable with him this close to her. He knew it too.

He could feel the female struggle with the emotions he knew he sent through her body. He liked the fact that she reacted to him this way, it gave him power over her. And Vegeta liked power. Power was an addiction for him, the only comfort he had left in the world. Bulma, that was the females'

name. She didn't fear him like others did; she openly defied him on a regular basis. On a daily basis, in fact. He liked that. He found it alluring, only physically of course. He would never tell anyone that though.

Bulma watched him walk away with a strange feeling coursing through her blood. She stared after him with a look of confusion pasted to her usually soft features. She thought of Yamucha again, and her face contorted into a painful scowl. She just couldn't figure out that man, he was an absolute enigma. Look up enigma in the dictionary and you'd probably find Vegeta's name written underneath it. He was part of the reason that it didn't work with Yamucha. She always thought of Vegeta, he never seemed to leave her mind for very long. She neglected Yamucha in favor of taking care of Vegeta's every need. They had fought about it and in the end she had thrown her knowledge of his many indiscretions in his face. He looked shocked, and then hurt, a myriad of emotions played across his handsome features. He tried to come up with explanations when she had screamed at him "What Yamucha, did they trip and fall on your dick?" He had sighed then knowing he had lost, and he did something that she hadn't expected. "I'm sorry Bulma; this isn't working for either of us. We both need something different. I'm not ready to settle down and you deserve better than that. Besides I can't compete with Vegeta or your work. I hope you understand." He whispered the last words. She just stared at him as if he had grown a second head. Then she lost it, "YOUR BREAKING UP WITH ME?! YOU CAN'T BREAK UP WITH ME; I'M SUPPOSED TO BREAK UP WITH YOU. IT'S YOUR FAULT ANYWAY. FINE DON'T CALL ME YAMUCHA, DON'T EVEN COME NEAR ME." She screamed as loud as she could and stomped out of his penthouse apartment. She slammed the door to the point where it groaned and splintered at the hinges. She had driven home at a break-neck speed and almost run over several helpless animals in the process.

She remembered it all over again in her lab, then that song by Frankie J came on and she realized that Yamucha had been right. The song made her cry and she knew she had owed Yamucha an apology, she just hoped they could be friends. He was an important part of her life and she still needed his friendship. She stood up and began her work on yet another upgrade for Vegeta's stupid GR.

He fought like a man possessed, fighting an unseen enemy. He was possessed. He had to be the strongest, had regain his dignity as the Saiyan Prince. He had to beat that third class fool Kakarott. He needed to prove them all wrong. He would prove that they were the fools, not him. The power was flooding his body; he could feel the threshold of new limits that he teetered on the edge of. He just couldn't reach it yet, it swayed just out of his reach. His rage built and it seethed beneath his skin, it blinded him. He was crazed, his anger building in the room. The gravity room had not been designed to hold that kind of power and in moments the room had given in to the tremendous power inside. The pieces of metal and electronics crushed his chiseled form underneath.

The loud explosion had brought her from underneath the heavy piece of gravity equipment she had been working on. She cursed as her head caught on a sharp edge, but she was out in less then a minute. She ran for the site of the destructed gravity room. She called out to him, surveying the damage for his form; somehow she knew he hadn't gotten out in time. She searched the rubble, desperate for any sign of him. That's when she saw his hand shoot up from under a piece of sheet metal. Bloodied and bruised, it went limp suddenly. She cried out, "No, Vegeta!" She struggled to pull him up, he was heavy, but with strength she hadn't known she possessed she pulled him out. She dragged his still form from the rubble and laid him out in the grass. He wasn't breathing, she checked his pulse; none. She set out to do CPR, *Get him breathing girl, what are you waiting for* If the saiyan prince found out he would have her ass. *Oh well, he can thank you later* the voiced screamed in her head. She went to work, she tried for several minutes and finally the prince responded, he coughed and sputtered and pushed her off him. "I don't need your help Onna, I'm fine" he coughed again. She watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back. She reached over to make sure he was still breathing; satisfied she pulled her cell phone out of her lab pocket and called the Son residence. Goku answered surprisingly, "GokuIneedyoutocomeoverandhelpmewithvegeta!" "Hurry" was the last thing he heard before the line went dead.

Bulma looked up into the concerned eyes of her best friend. Without saying a word the taller man picked up Vegeta and they proceeded to the medical wing. Goku laid the smaller saiyan on the bed beside the window. Bulma did her part and hooked Vegeta up to an IV and heart monitor along with various machines to do other tests for her. Goku watched his best friend with a curious expression on his kind face. "You're really worried about him aren't you?" her friend asked. "Yes" she replied. They sat at a nearby desk and he held her hand. He looked at her and asked "He over did it again huh?" "Yeah just like he always does, I know he has to train for the androids but why does he have to try and kill himself?" she whispered. "He's a man on the edge, Bulma. Pain is all he knows and it's the only way he knows how to get stronger." her friend replied in a knowing voice. "Vegeta lost everything at the hands of Frieza, he especially hates the fact that I defeated him instead of himself." he whispered the last part. "If I could give him that I would. I wish that Vegeta had defeated Frieza, it would have given him a sense justice for our race, but I can't" he said sadly.