Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Daylight in Your Eyes ❯ Frustration (and I'm not talking about the game) ( Prologue )

First song fic using No Angel's "Daylight in Your Eyes" I was listening to this song and I thought this is maybe how Bulma felt if she was frustrated with her feelings for Vejita but she kept having these thoughts that kept her going. That maybe SHE could be the one to reach him...

This takes place in the pre-Android Saga three years when she getting to know the Prince... or atleast she's trying... hee hee!


"Shit!" Bulma looked over the schematics of her latest design made to boost the "ratings" of Capsule Corporations. This new deal would push them over the edge of competition. So monopoly was illegal. No one told the other company's suck did they? Capsule Corp. was just a league all its own. Eraser shavings over the schematics and Bulma looked about to tear her hair out. 'I really could use
someone's help on this one. Too bad President Lincoln and Washington were born and we have this stupid holiday. Now there's no one here!' Bulma sighed, frustrated.

How was she supposed to be able to finish this by tomorrow if her father had given everyone...but her...a holiday? Even her father had gone to Acapulco for the day on the company's spiffy little skipper. She sighed again and collapsed on the drawing table. She looked about ready to poke herself in the eye with the red drawing crayon just so she would have an excuse to leave.

"WOMAN!!!!"

'Perfect!' she screamed in her mind. 'What better excuse to get out of her than to feed his rampaging stomach?' She berated herself later for actually being joyous that he called her but hey, an excuse was an excuse, right? She slammed her pencil down on the drawing board. 'Must look angry...must look angry' she chanted. He couldn't really know that she was happy he was yelling for her. He'd start to think she was going senile.

She pounded her way dowh the hall and slammed open the swinging kitchen door. She assessed the situation:

Vejita looking smug seated on a chair he had turned backwards, he was annoyingly picking at some bits and pieces on the table. He feigned a yawn then turned to "notice" her though she knew that he had known she was already there.

"I was wondering when you were going to get here, woman" Bulma huffed, crossed her arms and looked away, trying to ignore him.
"What's the matter? Get stuck in the door trying to leave your office?" he taunted.
Her fierce blue eyes snapped on him and for a second, he was almost afraid. Then he just smirked even more.
"And what is THAT supposed to mean, hmm? That you think I'm fat?"
"I said nothing of the sort, woman. Don't go putting words in my mouth--"
"Words that were already there to begin with."
"You think I'm that cruel."
"No, I just think you're pathetic."
He gave a deep chuckle, "Oh, woman, you never cease to amuse me."

She looked shocked. 'So he's trying to get a rise out of me.' Her eyebrows came together.
"If you think I'm so damn amusing, you can make your own dinner!" She turned to walk away, but before she did, she noticed a dark cloud come over his features. He suddenly became very serious.
"Never mess with a saiyajin's stomach."
She smirked in a very Vejita-like way. "I wasn't going to. Therefore, you make your own meals."
"You--you---"
"I know you can't cook," she said laughingly. "I won't make you eat your own creations. I have FAR too much compassion for that." His face lightened a little but he still looked slightly shaken at the idea of eating something HE had cooked. He walked over to the cupboard and sifted
through a few cans and boxes, setting them on the counter before her. As the pile began to grow, she shook her head.
"I think I'm cooking for an army."
He shook his head quite seriously, "No. Just one HUNGRY saiyajin." He emphacized the "hungry" part and looked at her accusingly. She sighed, defeated, and started tearing open boxes and cooking. He sat back down at the table and stared out the kitchen window at the moonless, starry night. Bulma turned to say something, but noticed how serene he looked starring out atthe sky and thought it better that she didn't disturb him.

"What is it, woman?" She looked back startled.
"You were going to say something than stopped."
"Oh, I was going to ask you if were going to need breakfast in the morning but you looked so peaceful just starring..."
He scoffed, "I am never at peace."
She rolled her eyes, "I said you LOOKED peaceful. I don't presume to know you so don't try getting into my head."
He chuckled, "No. I think that feat would leave me quite insane."
She just glared and turned back to the food. "So?" she asked.
"Hmm?" "
Breakfast or not?"
"Fine," he waved his hand as if to dismiss the conversation.
She rolled her eyes and sighed, "Yes, master."
He nodded in agreement, "Why can't you have that attitude all the time?"
"Because," she steamed, "I am NOT your slave. I was being sarcastic, you overgrown monkey." He suddenly snarled and made to shove himself out of his chair but she slammed a huge pot of soba (cold noodles) in front of him and a pair of chopsticks. "Good night." He quickly seated himself
back down and started inhaling the noodles, not even bothering to use the chopsticks.

Bulma stormed her way back to the drawing room and slammed the door closed. Then there was silence as she looked around the stark white drawing room as huge as a city hall and she was the only one there. She sat herself at the table she had been working at and started working on the calculations. She thought back to her "battle" with Vejita. 'Damn... Just what I need. A "house guest" with P.M.S just as bad as I do.' She shook her head. Sometimes she wondered what went on in that twisted mind of his but then she thought it would be too scary to go there. Sometimes she DID get a rise out of aggravating him. It gave her an adrenaline rush to know she was that close to death and the only thing saving her ass was her friends who would make his life a living hell if he did anything to her. That was it, right? She silently laughed at the thought of Vejita afraid. Then
she started to giggle. Sometimes she riled him up because she thought it gave her a little insight into who he wasand what fueled his anger. Then, as soon as the conversaton was done, he became a blank again. It confused the hell out of her, the games he played. And he knew damn well that he did them. He just aroused her curiosity, that was all.

Wanna know you better

Wanna push you baby, but never too far

"Fuck!" She was just about ready to draw a giant "X" through the entire thing. She took a few deep breaths, trying to relax her nerves. 'I'm a genius! Why can't I figure this out?!' She was a millimeters length away from pulling her hair out.... when shortly the phone rang. She ran across the long room to pick it up. "Hello?" "Hello, Bulma." "Oh, hey Dad. How is your vacation going?" "Fine, just fine. Your mother is having a wonderful time on the beach right now." "That's good." Bulma twirled the cord around her finger wondering why her
father would be calling when he knew that it was close to midnight. "I was just calling..." 'Here is comes...'

"...if you were working on the new schematics." "Yeah, Dad, I am." "You know they're due tomorrow, right?" "Yeah, Dad. I've was briefed, remember? I'm just having a problem with this one equation and--" "I knew you could do it. Oops, your mother is calling me to go play limbo. I'm coming, dear. See you tomorrow, Bulma. Don't forget to finish those drawings." Then the phone was silent. Bulma sighed and set down the phone, "Yeah, Dad... I won't forget." She turned and trudged back to her work table and settled back in for the long hours of work before her. 'I'm not going to cry... I'm not going to cry..." she chanted to herself as she started penciling new solutions on the margins of the worn and crumpled paper.

What do you guys think????? PLEASE read and review. Reviewing is good, don't need to read. hee hee! Say something, anything. But I'd rather not get a flame b/c I cry rather easily and.... you get the idea. I'm not quite sure where this is going but... there will be one verse of the song per chapter. As stated above, Bulma is trying to reach Vejita...but what does SHE really want? Stay tuned to find out! (*Dum dum dum*) Suspenseful, ne? (**reposting this on my website cuz it got waves off ff.net. it's about a year old. let's see if i can finish it within the next decade.**)