Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Baby Blues ❯ Chapter 3
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: earlsblueeyedangel 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.12.2007 | Updated On: 12.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 620 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.12.2007 | Updated On: 12.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 620 | Status: Completed
Authors note: I do not own Vegeta, Bulma or any of the Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT characters, though I certainly wish Veggie-chan was mine. Also, there is one POV in this story. Mythird person POV
(In Space)
A few weeks later Bulma sat relaxing in her room when Vegeta entered. She sat up quickly.
"Vegeta? Is something wrong?" Bulma questioned in alarm. Vegeta shook his head.
"Onna, where are you going?" Bulma looked confused so Vegeta asked again. Bulma smiled sadly.
"I really don't know. I just ne- wanted to go to space. I always wanted to. I remember being-" She stopped as she looked at his straight face. "Oh, you don't want to hear this." Vegeta sat down on the edge of her bed.
"Iie, it sounds interesting. I need a break from training anyway," he said trying to sound bored. Bulma looked down at her lap, where her hands had folded themselves together. Bulma still wore long sleeves and pants, her bruises still healing.
"I knew this little rich girl named Sunshine from when we were four. Our moms had grown up together so they decided to make playdates for us, but me and her never got along. We fought all the time, leaving both of us bruised at the end of the day. We continued to fight until one day when we turned six our parents pulled us apart and got into a fight on their own. I was grounded for the break-up and ever since I never made friends, but the one friends I did have were the stars. Every fight I had with that girl ended with me in my room," she paused. "Don't laugh, talking to the stars." Vegeta remained somber.
"Why the stars? Don't most Earthlings write in journals?" Vegeta inquired.
"I dunno. I just felt connected to them. I felt pulled to one in particular. When I turned six my father bought me a telescope, to which I grew attached to so that I could watch the planet I deemed my own home away from home. It was georgeous! The surface was red, blood red with black clouds that swirled around it."
'Iie, it couldn't be!' Vegeta thought to himself.
"It had one moon," Bulma stated still back in her past. Vegeta stood up abruptly and ran out of the room leaving a stunned Bulma sitting on her bed.
'It couldn't be! Could she be talking about Vegeta-sei?'
The silence on the ship lasted for one week before Bulma got the courage to approach Vegeta one while he was training.
"Vegeta?" she asked timidly. Vegeta didn't acknowledge her or turn around so Bulma called his name again. "Vegeta."
"Nani?" She watched his fluid movements, almost mesmerized by the grace of them.
"Could you train me?" Vegeta's movements seised.
"Nani?" he asked turning to face her.
"I wan-" Vegeta held his hand up to cut her off.
"I heard the question, but I want to know why?" Vegeta asked gruffly.
"I just want to know how to fight like you and the Z warriors." Vegeta shook his head as he moved closer to her.
"Onna, do not insult my intellagence by lying to me." Bulma frowned, her bottom lip quivered.
"I-I'm not lying-g." He reached out and pulled the right sleeve off her black shirt to reveal the yellowed bruises that were still fading.
"Onna, you have bruises on your person and you are scared of me and that weakling you call your mate. You seem jumpy around most men in general. Tell me," he whispered softly, "Why do you want to fight?" Bulma turned away from him quickly and fled to her room. The white door slammed and the lock clicked seconds later.
For the next few hours Bulma stayed holed up in her room, no noise, not a sound. Vegeta stopped training because he could no longer concentrate and he was growing antsy with the lack of noise. He moved over to the door and put his ear up next to it.
'Could she be sleeping?' he wondered. The room had no sound, not even breathing could be heard. He pushed the door only to be denied entrance. He pulled the door off its hinges and entered the empty room. He looked around and noticed that her bathroom door was closed. As he crept closer he could hear faint whimpering. "Onna?" Silence greeted him. "Onna," he called louder.
"Go away," she yelled back hoarsly. "I want to be alone."
"Onna, come out here."
"Iie, leave me the fuck alone!" Vegeta didn't know why he cared so much about the little weak human in the bathroom, but he couldn't stand the way she was acting. The onna on Namek and the one he had the pleasure to know for a few months before the Z warriors revivals was different than this one. She had had spirit and spunk. She taunted him with her suductive body and gave him someone worthy to spar with verbally all at once.
"Onna, come on. Stop acting this way. This in not the Onna I know," Vegeta said loudly.
"Vegeta, I do not feel like talk-" Vegeta shoved the door open forcing Bulma to hide behind the shower curtain and cutting her speech short. "Vegeta! What the hell are you doing?"
"Onna," he growled pushing the shower curtain out of Bulma's grasp. "What the hell are you doing?" Bulma stood before him in only her white bra and thong with a angry look on her face and tear stains down her cheeks.
"Trying to cry in peace." Vegeta picked her up as she squealed.
"Stop that and what did I say about lying to me?" he asked as he laid her down on her bed. "Were you thinking about hurting yourself?"
"I wasn't gonna do that!" Bulma protested. "I was hiding so that I could think."
"In your underwear?" he inquired sarcastically.
"I was," she paused looking down, "looking at myself. Checking on my injuries." Vegeta's face softened for a minute before becoming serious again.
"Tell me who did this," he commanded sternly.
"I did," she whispered, "I was clumsy while wo-"
"Iie, you didn't," Vegeta said touching the bruises on her back softly. "These are hand and finger mark." Suddenly his face contorted with anger. "Your low class mate did this, didn't he?" Vegeta ground out. 'How could he do this? Even Sayians treated their mates better.' Bulma looked down at her light purple bedspead, picking at invisible lint.
"Hai, he did, but you can't tell anyone," she said looking up in alarm. "No one can know this. Yamcha used to be such a great guy, but after he was reincarnated he became different."
"I won't need to," Vegeta stated.
"Why?" Bulma asked looking up at him quizically. When he did not answer she asked again. "Why?"
"Because Onna, you will take care that. You will tell them when you are ready. Do you still want to fight?" Bulma nodded. Vegeta headed for the door. "Get dressed and meet me out here in five minutes." Vegeta left Bulma to get dressed while he waited outside her door. She exited a few minutes later in a pair of tight blue shorts and a black tanktop, no longer hiding her bruises. The both stepped to the middle of the room. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Hai!" Bulma said loudly.
(In Space)
A few weeks later Bulma sat relaxing in her room when Vegeta entered. She sat up quickly.
"Vegeta? Is something wrong?" Bulma questioned in alarm. Vegeta shook his head.
"Onna, where are you going?" Bulma looked confused so Vegeta asked again. Bulma smiled sadly.
"I really don't know. I just ne- wanted to go to space. I always wanted to. I remember being-" She stopped as she looked at his straight face. "Oh, you don't want to hear this." Vegeta sat down on the edge of her bed.
"Iie, it sounds interesting. I need a break from training anyway," he said trying to sound bored. Bulma looked down at her lap, where her hands had folded themselves together. Bulma still wore long sleeves and pants, her bruises still healing.
"I knew this little rich girl named Sunshine from when we were four. Our moms had grown up together so they decided to make playdates for us, but me and her never got along. We fought all the time, leaving both of us bruised at the end of the day. We continued to fight until one day when we turned six our parents pulled us apart and got into a fight on their own. I was grounded for the break-up and ever since I never made friends, but the one friends I did have were the stars. Every fight I had with that girl ended with me in my room," she paused. "Don't laugh, talking to the stars." Vegeta remained somber.
"Why the stars? Don't most Earthlings write in journals?" Vegeta inquired.
"I dunno. I just felt connected to them. I felt pulled to one in particular. When I turned six my father bought me a telescope, to which I grew attached to so that I could watch the planet I deemed my own home away from home. It was georgeous! The surface was red, blood red with black clouds that swirled around it."
'Iie, it couldn't be!' Vegeta thought to himself.
"It had one moon," Bulma stated still back in her past. Vegeta stood up abruptly and ran out of the room leaving a stunned Bulma sitting on her bed.
'It couldn't be! Could she be talking about Vegeta-sei?'
The silence on the ship lasted for one week before Bulma got the courage to approach Vegeta one while he was training.
"Vegeta?" she asked timidly. Vegeta didn't acknowledge her or turn around so Bulma called his name again. "Vegeta."
"Nani?" She watched his fluid movements, almost mesmerized by the grace of them.
"Could you train me?" Vegeta's movements seised.
"Nani?" he asked turning to face her.
"I wan-" Vegeta held his hand up to cut her off.
"I heard the question, but I want to know why?" Vegeta asked gruffly.
"I just want to know how to fight like you and the Z warriors." Vegeta shook his head as he moved closer to her.
"Onna, do not insult my intellagence by lying to me." Bulma frowned, her bottom lip quivered.
"I-I'm not lying-g." He reached out and pulled the right sleeve off her black shirt to reveal the yellowed bruises that were still fading.
"Onna, you have bruises on your person and you are scared of me and that weakling you call your mate. You seem jumpy around most men in general. Tell me," he whispered softly, "Why do you want to fight?" Bulma turned away from him quickly and fled to her room. The white door slammed and the lock clicked seconds later.
For the next few hours Bulma stayed holed up in her room, no noise, not a sound. Vegeta stopped training because he could no longer concentrate and he was growing antsy with the lack of noise. He moved over to the door and put his ear up next to it.
'Could she be sleeping?' he wondered. The room had no sound, not even breathing could be heard. He pushed the door only to be denied entrance. He pulled the door off its hinges and entered the empty room. He looked around and noticed that her bathroom door was closed. As he crept closer he could hear faint whimpering. "Onna?" Silence greeted him. "Onna," he called louder.
"Go away," she yelled back hoarsly. "I want to be alone."
"Onna, come out here."
"Iie, leave me the fuck alone!" Vegeta didn't know why he cared so much about the little weak human in the bathroom, but he couldn't stand the way she was acting. The onna on Namek and the one he had the pleasure to know for a few months before the Z warriors revivals was different than this one. She had had spirit and spunk. She taunted him with her suductive body and gave him someone worthy to spar with verbally all at once.
"Onna, come on. Stop acting this way. This in not the Onna I know," Vegeta said loudly.
"Vegeta, I do not feel like talk-" Vegeta shoved the door open forcing Bulma to hide behind the shower curtain and cutting her speech short. "Vegeta! What the hell are you doing?"
"Onna," he growled pushing the shower curtain out of Bulma's grasp. "What the hell are you doing?" Bulma stood before him in only her white bra and thong with a angry look on her face and tear stains down her cheeks.
"Trying to cry in peace." Vegeta picked her up as she squealed.
"Stop that and what did I say about lying to me?" he asked as he laid her down on her bed. "Were you thinking about hurting yourself?"
"I wasn't gonna do that!" Bulma protested. "I was hiding so that I could think."
"In your underwear?" he inquired sarcastically.
"I was," she paused looking down, "looking at myself. Checking on my injuries." Vegeta's face softened for a minute before becoming serious again.
"Tell me who did this," he commanded sternly.
"I did," she whispered, "I was clumsy while wo-"
"Iie, you didn't," Vegeta said touching the bruises on her back softly. "These are hand and finger mark." Suddenly his face contorted with anger. "Your low class mate did this, didn't he?" Vegeta ground out. 'How could he do this? Even Sayians treated their mates better.' Bulma looked down at her light purple bedspead, picking at invisible lint.
"Hai, he did, but you can't tell anyone," she said looking up in alarm. "No one can know this. Yamcha used to be such a great guy, but after he was reincarnated he became different."
"I won't need to," Vegeta stated.
"Why?" Bulma asked looking up at him quizically. When he did not answer she asked again. "Why?"
"Because Onna, you will take care that. You will tell them when you are ready. Do you still want to fight?" Bulma nodded. Vegeta headed for the door. "Get dressed and meet me out here in five minutes." Vegeta left Bulma to get dressed while he waited outside her door. She exited a few minutes later in a pair of tight blue shorts and a black tanktop, no longer hiding her bruises. The both stepped to the middle of the room. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Hai!" Bulma said loudly.