Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Eyed Sayian ❯ Chapter 10

A knock sounded on the Royal couple's bedroom as the queen was changing into her afternoon attire. The king was in the shower at this moment, having just had a tumble with his wife.

“Who is it?” the queen asked.

“Your two youngest with a gift for you, mother,” Beth said. The queen smiled and told them to enter. Her dark eyes widened when she beheld the two new girls before her, one Sayian and one human.

“Oh, my, Kami!” the queen cried, her cry drawing her husband out of the bathroom.

“What is it dear?” he asked. She pointed before her and he looked. “The Blue Sayian?” he asked. His son smiled broadly. The queen got up and hugged Bulma, who was still quiet.

“Welcome, child,” she said happily. “I am so glad that you decided to come with us. What did Sa-”

“She doesn't know,” Bulma said. “Well, I am sure that she knows now, but I did not say anything when I left. Vegeta helped me pack and get to the ship.” The queen looked over at her son, her smile broadened.

“That's great.” She ran over and hugged her now shocked son. “Now, I will have the daughter I always wanted and you,” she said turning back to Bulma. “Will have a mother and know your history.” Bulma smiled. This was going to be great.

 

A couple days on the ship made such a difference. The young, blue haired girl transformed. She got used to having a motherly figure and a brother and sister who seemed so interesting. Yamcha, though was a different story. He was horrible! He followed her everywhere, trying to get her to go on a date with him.

 

“Bulma,” a deep voice said as she sat in the lab that the family had given her on the ship. Seems that she could invent great things and she was in the process of creating something that would help the Sayian race become stronger. A frustrated sigh escaped her pink lips.

“What?” she asked, her voice sounding angry. Yamcha slithered up to her, her eyes narrowed when she saw him out of the corner of her eye. “Can I help you?” she inquired as she continued to work on her invention.

“Yeah, I am looking to ask a girl on a date, but I don't know what I am doing wrong. Can you help me?” He expected her to smile, but was greeted with a glare.

“Let's see. This girl seems to not want the attention that you are sending her, so I would say that your best bet is give up!” she said angrily as she turned to him. Yamcha just smirked at her.

“But, why?” he asked. “She'll realize that I am the best thing for her and give in.”

`You have to be joking,' she thought, her frown deepening. `This is so not cool.' Just as she was about to turn on him, Vegeta entered the room.

“Fuck off,” he said to Yamcha. The older brother frowned, but left. He blew a kiss at Bulma, who shuddered. Vegeta looked over at her. “Seems that you have his heart, woman.” Bulma scoffed.

“I don't want it.” He chuckled softly. He liked her and he better admit it. It was like fate that they had met. “Take it from me and burn it. I can't seem to squash it,” she said as she melded another panel. She turned to the larger part of the room and with her hands began to measure how much room she needed for her invention, which would not be complete until they got to Vegeta-sei. “Not enough room,” she murmured. She would have to wait for them to land. This did not bother her. “So, what do you need today?” she inquired. “You never come to see me.” She looked over at him.

“Wanted to know if you want to train with us today,” he said. She shook her head.

“Tomorrow,” was all she said. “I want to complete the panels for my new invention. The first one will be yours.” He nodded before leaving her to her crafting.

 

Vegeta walked toward his training room where Kakarot was waiting, his smirk on his face as he thought of the one woman whom he could not get out of his head, but he would never admit that to anyone. He entered the large room and immediately got into a fighting stance as his partner followed suit.

 

It took them another several days, but they got back to Vegeta-sei and everything changed. Bulma came and trained with Vegeta, but it was for one day and then she disappeared into her lab. For days on end no one saw the young, blue haired Sayian. Two weeks later Vegeta finally saw the young girl.

“Woman?” he inquired as he entered the lab. He saw no one in the large lit room. “Bulma!” he yelled this time.

“What?!” an aggravated voice called. “Can't you see that I am busy? I don't want to fucking date you either!” Vegeta frowned as he walked around the two large domes, both half done. “What the hell?!” the female voice cursed. “This damn place makes less fucking sense then my last lab!” Vegeta's face changed at her last sentence.

 

Bulma's hair spiked as she felt the energy grow closer.

“Go away!” she growled. Yamcha had grown thin on her nerves, as had the other several thousand suitors that chose to court her at this time. She was pissed at this new development. It seemed that her aunt had not told her how little the female population was on their home planet and that blue seemed to be the Sayian male's favorite color.

“Oh, come on,” Yamcha said as he approached her. “You know that you want me. Besides you will have a man by the time that you are eighteen so make it easier on yourself.” Bulma growled low at him.

“Even if you were the last creature in the universe I would choose to die out.” Yamcha growled at her, his first time in showing aggression toward her. Bulma smirked. “Good, it seems that I have gotten through that fucking thick skull of yours.” This just seemed to piss him off more.

“Fuck you,” he spat. “I can have any girl that I want.”

”Good,” Bulma said. “They can have you.”

“You will be mine,” Yamcha whispered as he walked out of the room, leaving Bulma to herself.

“Woman,” Vegeta called as he came into the room. Bulma rolled her eyes.

“Why can't you call me by my fucking name?” she inquired as she turned to him. “I call you by your name, why can't you show me the same respect?” Vegeta looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Cause I like your name, woman,” he said. Bulma's eyes flashed.

“Fucker,” she muttered as she turned to her invention. “Is there a reason that you are bothering me today?”

“Training,” was his simple response. He looked around her lab, little, half finished inventions littered the space.

“I don't have time to tr-” Vegeta grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the space.

“You are a Sayian and you need to train. It is in your blood, you just don't let it come out.”

 

Bulma looked around the white room.

“This is where you train?” she asked. Vegeta frowned at her.

“Yeah, why?”

“Reminds me of the movies that I watched as a toddler. They had white rooms that were for the insane.” She smirked at him. “Your people are not insane are they?” Vegeta looked over at her, ready to bitch her out, but realizing that she was making a joke just smirked.

“Maybe.” Bulma's face transformed as she thought about his answer. He had never made a joke and she wondered if he was being truthful or if he was joking with her. “Ready?” he asked, but attacked as soon as she turned to face him. Bulma blocked instinctively, causing Vegeta to slam into her crossed arms. When he fell back onto his feet she attacked him, her small fists landing punch after punch into his hard stomach. Vegeta looked down at her with amusement. Seemed that she had had some training. He shoved her from him and stood from her as she panted. “You lied.”

“No, I have never been trained, I just know that I should block and attack.” Vegeta smirked.

“Are you sure that is all?” Bulma frowned.

“Vegeta, I lost my mom and my aunt never trained me to fight.” Vegeta nodded.

“As I told you before. You are a Sayian and we naturally know how to fight. This is why you know to fight. It is in your blood.” Bulma suddenly realized that what he said was true. It seemed to come to her as she was attacked. She knew to protect herself and to fight back.

 

For the next several weeks Bulma fought with Vegeta and worked on her project for him. It seemed that everything was okay, but there was something in the silence and tranquility that felt wrong. Nobody felt it; no one even knew that it would happen…