Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Days of Their Lives ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: do not own dbz, duh, why would i be writing fanfiction, when i could be making it, if I owned it, so I guess that means i don't own it. duh.

Days of their Lives

By: Veggie-girl (aka) Amber

Chapter 1

Inside of her room, Bulma was moping again. Nothing exciting was going on in her life now a days, with the androids and all. Everyone was out training. Even her long time boyfriend, Yamcha. He had not been by in awhile, and when she called he was always out of breath telling her that it was his training, that it always wore him down. She guessed she had to believe him. Why would he lie?

A loud slam of a door alarted Bulma that the All- Mighty Saiyan Prince was ready for his lunch, which, Bulma had inadvertantly, forgotten to fix. She was in for hell now..........

" Woman!!! Where's my damn FOOD!!" Vegeta yelled, " I'm starving!! That shit you fed me for breakfast did nothing to sate my appetite!! Get down here right NOW!"

"Dang Vegeta, isn't that huge mouth of yours EVER closed? I'm right here, you don't have to yell." Bulma said as she walked down the stairs. Vegeta looked up at her and did a double take. Bulma was standing their in the shortest shirt he had ever seen and along with it she sported the smallest halter top designed my human man. His mouth watered inwardly, but showed no outward reaction and calmly, but harshly, ask her where she was going.

"Not that it's any of your buisness, but I'm going to Yamcha's. I just called and he's not feeling well. He was all out of breath and panting. He said the doctor told him to stay in bed. I thought I might stop by and see what he's doing."

" Not what you think." Vegeta mumbled under hie breath.

" And what's that supposed to mean? Not what I think? You no nothing of what I think."

" Oh right, I forgot, you don't think, now make my lunch." Vegeta said walking over to the table. Bulma decided it was fruitless to argue with a Saiyan on an empty stomach. She processed to make his lunch, mumbling about stupid laky Saiyan's needing to learn to cook their own damn lunch........

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Yamcha rolled off the red head beneath him, exhausted. He knew Bulma would be here soon. She always came over when he used the exuce that he was sick.

' I really need to get a better exuces,' There had been many times when Bulma had almost walked in on him and one of his lastest conquest.

He loved Bulma. Really he did, but she just wasn't putting out. Did she really expect him to be celibete until she decided to start given in? Yes she did. Her words to him when he had tried to hit were, " I'm saving myself for marriage." then she had looked at him expectedly. But Yamcha didn't want to marry Bulma. He didn't think he could live with her that long.

Yamcha had one reason for keeping Bulma around. The money. He knew he wasn't going to get sex out of Bulma willingly, so money was about all she was good for. He was going to hit it though. He would make sure of that.

He shook the woman beside him up, gave her a twenty and told her to get the hell out. She bulked, but took the money and left. Nobody could sate his lust for Bulma. He would have her. Soon.

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Vegeta ate his lunch in silence as he watched Bulma run around the house looking for her keys. He almost laughed at her. He could see them perfectly. Hell he could smell them. He let here biotch for awhile before he got up and got them. He hovered over her head and dangled them in front of her face. She snatched them out of his hand and whirled to face him.

" You!" she cried, " You had them the whole time! You let me roam around for thirty minutes and you had them the whole time!" she lashed out and tried to get ahold of temper. She had had to listen to him biotch all the while she was cooking him lunch and she was really aggitated with him write now. Her hair was everywhere. One particular strand of hair caught Vegetas attention. he reached out to put in behind her ear, then leaned down and whispered, " You look real cute when you're mad." and he was gone,

Bulma stood there stunned. 'that did not just happen' she thought as she stared at Vegeta's retreating back. Shaking her head she brushed her hair and headed out the door.

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Vegeta turned the gravity on high and started pushing himself harder than usual. " What the hell was I thinking?!" he yelled at himself. " Touching her, complimenting her? I'm losing my mind. I'm becoming weak!"

"I have to stay focused, I have to become a super saiyan, I MUST BECOME STRONGER THAN KAKAROT!!!!" he yelled as he powered up. " I can't fall in love with her." he whispered as he fell to the ground exhausted. He closed his eyes but not before he realized the GR was over loading. " Fuck.." he whispered, " this is gonna hurt." then it exploded.

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Bulma pulled into Yamcha's drive way. Bulma then walked up to Yamcha's door and knocked. Yamcha opened the door with a relaxed look on his face and invited her in. Bulma said, " No Yamcha I just came by to see how you were and it seems you're fine, so I'll go."

"No Bulma, wait, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out with me tonight?" he said, " Please. I won't be late this time, I'll show up."

" Okay Yamcha, Pick me up at 7:00pm, k?"

" Sure babe," he kissed her on the lips quickly and shut the door to take care of his hard on at the sight of seeing Bulma in her attire. Bulma turned and went home to get ready.

" When she got home she found on expoded GR and a bleeding and unconstious Vegeta lying in the grass.

"OHMIGOD!!!!!!!"...............

to be continued...... R/R

~Veggie Girl~