Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonded by Pain and Blood ❯ Damn Saiyans ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or anything from DBZ, so please don't sue me. I have maybe ten dollars to my name, so you won't get anything.

Hello peps. This is my first story ever (yeaaay!) so please, please, please review, `K? This was inspired by one of Saiyan Butterfly's pics, so you gotta go see her stuff. My introductions always suck so bear with me.

This is my little version of how Bulma and Vegeta get together with a couple of different twists like, for example, how they bond. So anyways, with out further adieu (I think that's how you spell it), here's my story.

P.S I really would like an experienced beta reader.

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Bonded by Pain and Blood

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"Kuso!" Vegeta shouted. "How am I supposed to train if this f**kin contraption breaks every time I use it?!" Once again, the gravity machine that Dr. Briefs made especially for Vegeta broke. This was starting to be a weekly custom and it was grating on his royal nerves.

`This time that woman better get it right, or I'll ring her scrawny little neck!' he thought as he stormed through the Capsule Corps. building. His long tail (yes his tail grew back) was thrashing violently behind him, knocking over pencil holders and family photos on desks and tables. With that tail, Vegeta destroys more stuff behind him than in front. Employees left and right were ducking for cover behind desks and water coolers. They quickly learned to stay out of the saiyan's way when he had that murderous look in his eye.

Vegeta found the door he was looking for. It read: "Bulma Briefs: president and CEO of Capsule Corps." Vegeta forcefully swung the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges.

"WOMAN!" he shouted, causing the blue haired beauty to jump 3 feet in the air. "For once, treat me like the prince that I am, AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO THAT DAMN MACHINE AND FIX IT RIGHT NOW!!"

"Kami, you scared the s**t out of me!" she said, clutching her chest. "Don't you know how to knock?! Well I'm the president of this company, a title I actually earned, AND I'LL FIX THAT GOD DAMN MACHINE WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT!"

"If you don't fix the gravity machine, I'll tear this place apart with my bear hands!"

"Oh really? Then where would you stay after you did that, huh? Not think ahead like usual, now were we?"

Like it or not, he needed Bulma and her unlimited resources. Unless he would like to go out and (gulp) get a job and make his own training equipment, Vegeta was stuck with her.

"Well if I don't train, then who will stop those androids in three years? Face it girl, you pathetic humans need me and I should be treated with the respect that I deserve."

Bulma gave an exasperated sigh. She was getting tired of his arrogant attitude, but she tolerated it better than most. "Well, your highness, if you'll just be patient I'll go down and fix the GR in an hour during my lunch break. Will that keep you happy?"

"Now that your keeping a civil tongue in your head, I think I can manage." Vegeta gave her one of his `holier-than-thou' smirks that he gives when he gets his way. Bulma looked like she wanted to respond to that, but she was just too tired to continue this argument. A new project had just come up and she barely had enough time to sleep let alone anything else.

"Ok, just go entertain yourself while I finish up here."

"Don't tell me what to do peasant!" Vegeta was really in the mood to bug her today.

"Vegeta," she said in the calmest voice that she could, "I'm really busy at the moment, now if you want me to fix your beloved Gravity Room, you'll leave me alone so I can get done faster. Or do you want me to take a week to fix it. I will if you keep playing with me!"

Vegeta grunted something in Saiyan language, and stormed out of the office shutting the door with a bang. The blue haired goddess massaged her temples with her index fingers, wondering exactly how or why she ended up taking the kingdom less prince in.

"Bulma Baby," she said out loud to herself, "you really weren't thinking clearly were you?"

One hour later, Bulma went down to the GR to fix it and get it done with before his royal pain in the ass started getting bored and start terrorizing her employees again. She was beginning to regret her decision of intentionally sabotaging the GR every once in a while. She couldn't help it. Ever since the accident when Vegeta nearly blew himself up in the GR she had put a fail-safe device that would automatically shut down the core reactor when Vegeta's energy levels would reach critical. Not that she cared; she just didn't want to clean up little bits of Vegeta all over the C.C. grounds. At least that's what she told herself. Besides, her mother would be very upset. Bunny Briefs has grown quite fond of the Saiyan no Ouji, for what reason Bulma couldn't figure.

Bulma sat down in front of the control panels in the GR and removed the fried circuit boards with new ones. As she was working, Vegeta walked in to over see her progress. He was wearing his typical work out cloths: tight navy blue spandex shorts, a pair of black gloves with the fingers cut off, and his white and gold tipped boots. Because of the stifling hot day, Vegeta shed his top outside as he was doing his one-finger pushups. He figured he might as well get a good tan out of it.

"Are you finished onna?" he said curtly.

"Give me five more minutes, oh impatient one."

"When you're done, tell me. I've wasted enough time as it is." Vegeta turned and walked out of the GR. Bulma looked behind her shoulder to see him leave. This was the first time Bulma had ever seen Vegeta shirtless and up close and found herself gawking at the rippling muscles on his shoulders down to his swaying tail just above his nicely sculpted ass. As she kept staring, she noticed a strange, exotic looking symbol scarred into his back as if someone took a blade and carved it into the flesh. It had a sort of forked design like a triton and a wide "V" at the bottom. It intrigued her. Who could ever get close enough to the prince to do something like that to his back was beyond her.

Bulma continued to stare at Vegeta until she realized that dirty little though were racing through her head. `BULMA' she mentally yelled to herself `what are you doing? You have a boyfriend so stop staring as Vegeta!' She unsuccessfully tried to block out images of a nude Vegeta as she replaced the control panel `Bad Bulma, Bad!'

Bulma had nothing to really complain about Yamcha. He had a great body, and they always got along, but some how she felt that he treated her more like his little sister than his lover. Ten years ago when they first started going out, Yamcha was just terrified of girls. He wouldn't even hold hands with her let alone kiss her. Now that they have grown more comfortable, he seemed like he was trying to protect her from something about him, but what?

"Ok, Vegeta I've got your precious room working again!" Vegeta sauntered in from outside. He was getting really bored and was itching for a good spat with the beauty.

"Took you long enough woman. You're losing your touch. I guess all that time with your weakling mate has made your head soft."

"Your welcome." Bulma said sarcastically. "If you think you can fix it any faster, then you can do it next time."

"Maybe I will since my genius will always surpass you." That did it. Any crack on Bulma's mental abilities always sent her into a rage.

"Listen here buddy! You can make fun of my boyfriend, but no one, NO ONE, cracks on my mental genius, especially some short, spiky haired, arrogant, no life loser such as your self! GOT IT?!!"

`Oh yes,' Vegeta though `this is going to be good' He just loved to get her mad. She looked so radiant and alive when she was like this. `If she had some real power in that body of hers, she'd make a fine Saiyan. Too bad she already has a mate. She'd make a good queen.'

"Humph! If I had your looks onna, my parents would have drowned me the day I was born." He said smoothly. That was another subject you don't crack on about Bulma. She prided herself on her ivory white skin, voluptuous curves and unusual hair color. Most women believed that she dyes her hair, but really it was quite natural.

"Well at least I'm productive, unlike you who does nothing all day except bitch and moan about becoming a Super Saiyan and never getting there!" Obviously Vegeta wasn't the only one who knew how to hit someone's soft spots.

"That's it woman! You've gone too far! I should wipe you off the face of this God forsaken planet, but I can't because of your beloved Goku and all his little chummies. I swear, the day I defeat Kakkorot, is the day you meet your maker!"

Vegeta picked up a very surprised Bulma around the waist, and dumped her outside.

"Hey you can just throw me around like a sack of rice!" Vegeta swung the door shut and bolted it from the inside. Bulma got up on her tippy toes and looked through the porthole in the door. Inside, she saw Vegeta continue his training under 400gs. He looked so graceful as he flipped through the air and dodged the power blasts coming from guns attached to the walls. Bulma gritted her teeth in anger and frustration at the well-toned Saiyan, and turned on her heel toward the C.C. building.

There you have it. My first chapter. Yes, it's a little typical of most beginnings but you gotta start some where. I really appreciate constructive criticism and suggestions, so if you got `em, let me know. I promise that I'll have the next chapter up in the next day or two. I don't want to lose your attention too fast now.

TTFN

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