Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Daylight in Your Eyes ❯ Bulma's Wish ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2 of "Daylight in Your Eyes" and what will happen to Bulma? Will she go insane? Kill Vejita? Nah...
then this wouldn't be a V/B fic, would it? Trust me, this will get interesting. Keep watching...


"Woman..." she heard his deep voice from the hall. She slammed down her pencil in frustration.
She heaved a sigh, "What is it?" He strode cockily into the drawing room with one eyebrow raised.
"Did you think that meager bowl of food would appease me? It wasn't even that good." She rolled her eyes and went back to scribbling on her sketch. His face contorted into a look of perplexment and horror.
"Woman, did you not hear me?"
"I heard you, Vejita." she whispered.
He glared, "Then where is my food?" "
I don't have the time to fix the rest right now. I have to finish--" He slammed one hand down on table, almost breaking it. She looked up
at him with tired eyes. 'She looked half-dead' He grimaced. 'Why should I care?
I'm hungry.'
He smirked and leaned into her, "Does it look like I care?"
She shook her head "Why should you? We only give a place to sleep, a machine to train in, clothes, food--"
"Not right now you're not" hepointed out.
"The fact is we give you everything, Vejita. You really are acting like a spoiled child." She proceeded to rub the bridge of her nose and went back to analyzing her sketch.

He gritted his teeth. 'How dare she just cast me aside like some chore! I'm training to save this stupid rock, who knows why? That's it. When the androids come, she's the first one to go. I'll sacrifice her to them personally.' Bulma trembled slightly. 'I can't believe I just called him that! Well, I can't take it back now...' She could feel a strange heat radiating from his body. And she swallowed a lump in her throat. 'Damn, I'm going to get it.' She closed her eyes and set her pencil down. She turned to look at him. 'Yup, he's furious.' His eyes were mere slits and his mouth ws turned down sharply at the corner, yet he had a cool calculating air about him. When he was like this, was when he was
scariest. She couldn't read anything about him. Not that she usually could, but this scared her. His eyes shifted from her to the paper that she was working on.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a cold and steady tone.
"These are schematics for a new plan for capsule planes thatare due tomorrow." He smirked slightly. She let out a little breath. 'Okay baby
steps....baby steps. From cold rage to smirking, this is good.' He turned to look at her with his penetrating gaze.
"You're telling me that that vast intellect you are always boasting of can't figure this out."
She crossed her arms across her chest and huffed. "Sorry, I've been working on this all by myself."
"What decided to put in some extra hours? Big change from sitting around on your fat ass all day, eh, little girl?"

She had to bit her tongue to keep from saying something extremely nasty. She just fumed, "In case you hadn't noticed, it's a holiday today so everybody is gone."
"What? And you didn't take this opportunity to rest up your lardy body for another day of lazing around?"
"That's it, Vejita!! I do more around here than you realize because you're too busy bothering about yourself!" But obviously by this time he had tuned her out because he was staring at the plans. "No, I have to stay here and finish these. They're due tomorrow and if I don't
get them done...." She looked down at the ground and sighed. "I don't know what I'm going to do..."
He just scoffed, "Stupid weakling human, you give up much too easily."
"Vejita! I have been working on this day and night for three days; on the eve that it is due, I am without any staff and...and..." She blinked hard to hold back the tears.
"Weakling." he muttered.
"Screw you, Vejita!" This time she could not get the tears to stop. She leanedover the table and, burying her face in her arms, she began to cry. He rolled his eyes and peered down unsympathetically from where he held his head up in the
air.
He shook his head, "Honestly, woman..." He leaned over her, careful not to touch any part of him to any part of her. He glanced quickly over the plans again and picked up the pencil. He scribbled a few notes here and there on the sheet and drew a few small diagrams. Then he threw down the pencil in disgust. He turned from her to stalk out of the room as he usually did.

Bulma heard him move from where he had been behind her. She had kind of liked him standing there. It gave her a sense of security to feel that she wasn't alone with this problem as she had been all day. But when he had left her side,
she had felt isolated again and it made her sad. She lifted her head to look at the designs. There were new marks all over in Vejita's signature masculine yet clumsy writing and some diagrams to go along. She analyzed them quickly and soon realized that these were the answers to her problems. She turned to see the Saiyajin Prince half way across the room at this time. She threw back her chair and raced to him. She threw her arms around one of her legs and ended up encirlcling the ankle of his left leg. He looked down in disgust.
"What is it, woman?"
"Thank you, Vejita!" She continued to cling to him in gratitude.
He shook his leg gently, "Fine, woman. Now get off me!"
"I'm just-- Thank you so much!" He rolled his eyes in disgust as he saw moretears fall down her cheek.
"I get it, wench. Now get off my leg. You're getting my training suit wet with your damn blasted tears." She unwrapped one leg and wiped her eyes.
"Sorry. I'm just--"
"Grateful, I know." He shook his legs more violently this time and threw off her other arm.
"It's hard not to want to owe your life to the Prince of Saiyajins." He was expecting some bitter retort but she laughed her light-hearted laugh and he growled. Apparently, he could NOT ruin her mood. Damn him for helping her!
Bulma pulled herself up from the floor wiped her eyes again on her wrist.
He just grunted, "Woman, go wash your face. You look like shit. And I expect the rest of my dinner in half an hour." With that he exited the drawing room. Bulma just let out another laugh then turned down the opposite way he had gone and went to wash her face.

When Bulma went into the kitchen, she saw him sitting at the same place he had been at before, picking at the table. She went and picked up the remaining boxes and cans he had chosen earlier. She proceeded to cook up a storm in the kitchen and ended up with a ten course meal, all of which the Saiyajin Prince stuffed into his stomach, no problem. After he was finished, she picked up all the plates and deposited them into the sink and started washing them. Vejita leaned back, stuffed, in his chair.
Without turning around, she started taking, "I really do appreciate your help, Vejita."
No response.
She sighed and started drying a few of the larger plates with a towel. She turned to look at him. 'There he is starring out the window again.' She scowled at his lack of attention and cleared her throat. He turned his head lazily towards her. This had a most startling effect.
"Well, as benevolent as I am, I thought helping out the less fortunate when I was within my power..."
"Oh, shut up,Vejita. You are ruining a perfectly good moment."
He chuckled, "I had no idea we were having a 'moment.' " S
he glared at him, "Oh, very funny. Keep it up and you WILL be eating your own cooking and mending your own clothes and fixing your own Gravitron."
He scoffed, "You wouldn't dare, woman. You owe me, especially after that little show you put on the other room. I was almost convinced." She stomped her foot, "That's it! You ARE heartless."
"Did I do anything to make you believe otherwise."
"Well, according to the laws of science, all sentient beings have hearts but I guess that doesn't apply to alien monkey princes."
"I guess not."
"Well, at least we agree on that." He turned, a smirk on his lips, to stare again at the sky.
He was the one who broke the silence this time. "You really shouldn't show weakness like that. You could have it used against you."
"Shove it, Vejita. Some of us are better liars than others," she stated with an accusing stare.
"Just what does that mean?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

Wanna show you heaven
Wanna be like you, just as strong as you are

"Just what you think it means," she said turning to leave. She heard a deep laugh behind her. Vejita was leaning back in his chair, laughing! "It's great to finally see someone attest to my greatness, but I had no idea it would be you."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Of course, you do," he said still chuckling.
She raised eyebrow, "Ooookay, Vejita."
He glared, "Don't patronize me, woman." "Who patronizes whom?" He just turned away. "I see... Well good night... for real this time." she smiled.

Vejita just stared. 'Her smile really is quite radiant.' Then he realized what he was thinking. 'Shit! What am I thinking?' Bulma observed Vejita's turning behavior. One moment he was staring dully, the next he looked like he had been electrocuted, and a moment after he had the sourest expression on. 'I've really got to get that man some Midol or something.' She turned to leave again but she noticed Vejita's chair scrap against the tile floor, signoaling that he was getting up. She looked back. 'Man, this guy is like a little kid. I always have to watch what he's doing. Well, I guess it's practice for when I have one of my own.' She laughed at the thought of her having kids and at having them with Yamucha. Now that would be something.

She turned her attention back to the Saiyajin who suddenly looked like he had ants in his pants. He looked like something had really gotten him upset. Suddenly, he turned to Bulma.

"Guess who's here to visit you?"
"Yamucha?" she asked hopefully.
He nodded grimly. And only he knew that he was displeased to see her so happy to see him. But hey, it wasn't really his business who the woman chose to waste her time on. This thought gave Vejita an even more evil one. He chuckled to himself. 'This is going to be good...'

Bulma looked at herself in the small wall mirror in the kitchen. "Oh no, I look like shit!"
Vejita smirked, "So what else is new?"
"Okay, that was low, Vejita."
"You haven't seen me go low, woman." She quirked one eyebrow. So he WAS in a playful mood.
"Really?" she asked slyly.
He nodded cockily, "I don't think you could handle it."
"Oh please..."
Vejita shrugged his shoulders.
"Go up to your room."
He looked at her with amused contempt, "Are you telling me what to do?"
She shrugged as she pushed a few strands of hair behind one ear. "That depends on whether you're going to listen to me or not."
"Do I ever?"
She nodded knowingly, "In that case, I'm asking you as a favor."
He cocked his head to one side, "You didn't ask nicely enough."
"Please, Vejita, I don't NEED to ask nicely. Do you really want to be stuck down here with me... and Yamucha?" A look of disgust crossed Vejita's face and Bulma laughed, "I didn't think so. Now, be a good little prince and run along." He growled at her informality of his title. "Oh, sorry, you Royal Highness around whom the entire universe revolves." He laughed in his throat, which Bulma found incredibly sexy. She quickly shook that notion. 'Bulma! Earth to Bulma! Yamucha will be here soon and you're thinking about Vejita!' She shook her head and
pulled some make-up from a drawer and began applying. Vejita shifted his weight as he felt the human leaving his car to come to the main building. Then suddenly he smirked. 'This would be the perfect time.'

Vejita watched Bulma apply eyeliner and shadow and lipstick. She put a few daps of concealer on her face and began rubbing it in. Vejita stepped up behind her. He smelled Herbal Essences in her hair and a slight scent of some perfume she was fond of wearing. He pushed his nose into her hair. He felt her freeze her actions and when he looked up, she was staring into the mirror watching where he was looking. He smirked and inhaled her scent deeply, taking a step closer so he was pressed into her back. She shivered and he put a hand on her shoulder where only a small strap lay between him and her bare skin. She watched him carefully in the mirror. His nose wa buried in her lushious blue locks and his deep ebony eyes were directed at her own in the reflection. Her lipstick was just where she had last held it before she noticed his presence, positioned inches away from her lips. She noticed her eyes moved to the door and he flinched slightly. He turned back to her and saw her watching him. He smelled her heat and smirked. He was having an affect on her and that pleased him. He knew what he had to do.

With his free hand, he moved her hair away from his face and away from her neck. He let the tip of his tongue dart out of his tongue and drag slightly across the soft pale skin. She drew a sharp intake of breath as she felt his soft tongue on her skin. He whispered hiskily in her ear after drawing his tongue back into his mouth. "He's here..." Then as quickly as he had appeared he had gone. Leaving a shaken and disoriented Bulma to face her boyfriend. Her heartbeat raced for minutes after that moment. She went to the door and greeted Yamucha.

"Hey, babe, I remember you told you had a load of work tonight so I thought about not coming but then I thought you could use my help." he looked hopeful.
"Aww...Yaumcha, that is really sweet of you" she said trying to calm her nerves and trying to sound as strong as possible.
"But I--I already finished."
"Oh..." he looked disappointed then he cheered up, "That means your free right?"
"Yeah," she said though she wished he would leave so she could go ask Vejita about that "lick." 'What am I talking about? Ditching my boyfriend for some random roaming tongue! I should really tell that bastard to keep that thing in his mouth. I'll him a piece of my mind tomorrow morning.'
"Bulma?"
"Huh?" She looked up.
"You look distracted."
"I am...a little. I'm a little tired is all."
"Oh, I brought a movie I thought we could watch."
"That sounds nice. But not too late tonight I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Oh, okay..."
"Work! You know work after a holiday," she tried to cover up.
"Of course,"he nodded acknowledging.
'And I have to make that damn monkey's breakfast. But I won't let Yamucha that.' "Let's go watch," she said pulling him into the living
room, trying to lighten mood. He grinned and they sat down to the movie, which ran into the early hours. She fell asleep in Yamucha's arms and they curled into a ball as late night black and white went on. Bulma sighed deeply 'See, this is how my life is supposed to be.' She snuggled closer to her Yamucha. 'Soon...soon we will be married. And I'll have someone to love me forever.' Dreams, dreams she knew but a girl's got the right to dream doesn't she: to be loved and adored by the man she has deovted her life to; to feel special in his eyes; to feel like she is a goddess and the most creature to him. Bulma was just an old-fashioned girl that way and she had found the man who could make her dream come true.

I wanna be daylight in your eye
I wanna be sunlight only warme
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be love only stronger

So what will Bulma's fate be? Again with the cliche questioning ending... This is not a Y/B fic. I'm not that pyscho. hahahahaha Or am I? Mwahahahaha.... Please review and tell me what you think should have though I do have a couple things figured out for the lucky couple who are on a crash course for each other. (*sweat drops* So that was lame... I know... *sigh* at least I'm trying)