Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Desire ❯ Surprises ( Chapter 1 )

A/n Hello again, Alex here. I was thinking today about if I should try to write a v/b fic. Then I got an email from [name deleted] @aol.com saying the following, " U should stop writing fics and poems. They suck and are complete lies." Well, [name deleted], thank you so very much for the comment. I love criticism, I feed off of it. And you [name deleted] have given me the courage to write a v/b. If this sucks, or I don't get at least 5 reviews, I'll just stick with my poetry because everyone praises that. Anywhosers, I hope this is a bit different then other fics you've read. It's PG-13 it's only for language, no lemons! There maybe slight lime, but I'm uncomfortable writing lemons.

Dedications: my BFF Carrie, my sis Jessy, and the dude who sent me that email, you have been inspirations for me.

Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT; all I own is 2 DVDs and a purple monkey I got for Valentine's Day.

Now on with the fic!

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Desire

Ch. 1 Surprises

Bulma broke the kiss and turned from his grip to open the door to Vegeta's room.

" Did you lock your door?" Bulma asked.

" No. It just keeps sticking."

" Well then we could just go to my room." Vegeta gave the door one sharp kick, smacking the door against the wall, leaving a huge crack on the brown wall.

" Or we could do that." Bulma laughed as Vegeta started to kiss her neck and run his hands up her shirt. " Vegeta wait till I get my shoes off...."

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" Oh man what a headache." Bulma rubbed her head and turned to her other side, realizing that her whole body ached and that Vegeta was gone. She glanced around at the dim room; clothes and sheets carelessly tossed everywhere. Bulma went and put on her p.j's and robe and slipped downstairs where her mother was making breakfast. She sat in the seat across from Vegeta and started to munch on the food her mother had laid in front of her.

" Oh dear, bulma are you okay." Her mother's ditzy voice pierced through her head like a bullet.

" I'm fine mom, just a little achy."

" Rough night honey?" Her mother heaped more food on Vegeta's plate.

" Yep. Really rough night."

Just then Mr. Briefs walked in patting the little cat on his shoulder. He took a seat at the table and picked up the paper. " Dear, your mother and I will be leaving to Viscon today."

" Viscon? You mean the big robotics convention in East City?" bulma asked as she put her dishes into the sink.

" Yes. I'll be showcasing a new version of the kitchen bot. Should bring in more investors." Mr. Briefs opened the paper.

" What about the gravity chamber? You promised to install the upgrades today." Vegeta said.

" Well I guess bulma would do that for you. She's spent all that time making the upgrades," Mr. Briefs checked the clock, " Look at the time, we should be heading out." Mr. Briefs headed out of the kitchen along with Mrs. Briefs.

" Good-bye Bulma dear, Take care of yourself while we're gone." Her mother kissed Bulma on the head and exited. Soon after their air car took off and all was silence until Bulma rummaged through a cabinet for aspirin. Vegeta stood up and put his dishes away. " Woman you better have those upgrades done soon or else."

" Okay whatever Vegeta." Bulma took some aspirin and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

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" Hello, Briefs residence."

" Hey babe." A familiar voice came through the phone.

" Hiya Yamcha. What's up?"

" I wanted to know if you would like to go to that new club with me tonight."

" Ok, sure. What time?"

" I could head over now."

" Alright see ya then." She set the phone down with a click and rushed upstairs to find an outfit. Bulma had settled on a shimmering light blue dress and matching stilettos. She brushed her straight cerulean, shoulder- length hair and threw on her green jacket. Heading downstairs, she spotted Vegeta in the kitchen drinking a glass of orange juice. He took one look at her and raised a brow.

" Going out with that weakling?" He said gruffly.

" Yep. So it's just you all by yourself tonight. Don't know when I'll get back."

Vegeta just grumbled something and stalked off.

" I'll never understand that man but still I love to try." Bulma thought aloud.

" Love to try what?" Yamcha came in wearing navy slacks and a black shirt.

" Nothing. Let's go."

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The club was irritably loud, with music pumping and lights flashing. Bulma was on her second martini and her fifth cigarette by the time they started slow songs. Yamcha pulled he to a small table in a dim corner of the club.

" Babe we've been together since forever."

" Yeah."

" And we've never gotten anywhere."

She nodded. It was true they never had gotten anywhere. Then it hit her like a brick. He was going to dump her. Yet unexpectedly no tears pooled in her eyes. Something was unusual, a few months ago she would be bawling, spend nights wondering what went wrong, but now it was....different.

" Bulma."

"Yes?"

" Will you marry me?" He fumbled taking the coveted little velvet box from his pocket. Inside was a large sapphire on a silver band.

Something nagged at her. But soon confusion and that little voice saying, " Don't say yes!" were thrown out the window by girlish joy.

" Sure?" It was more of a question than an answer but Yamcha took it for more than what he thoughts it was. He jumped up and grabbed her.

" I love you bulma. Man, I can't believe you would say yes!" His overwhelming joy poured into Bulma, she hugged him back, smiling.

The rest of the night was spent talking about the wedding and when they would announce it. Several drinks later, they took off home.

Yamcha helped Bulma to the door because she was a bit tipsy. Then she spotted it, a flicker in the window. She looked over and saw a lone curtain moving. He was there she knew it, sensed it. Yamcha, who was trying to plant a kiss on her lips missed when she turned her head and ended up kissing her ear. She smiled and said her goodnights and headed inside and upstairs to change.

She slipped off her slinky dress and had changed into her pajamas. While she looked for her fuzzy slippers, Vegeta leaned against the doorframe clad in black silk p.j. pants.

" Hey Vegeta."

Silence.

" What's up?"

" The gravity chamber is defected."

" Alright I take a look at it tomorrow." Bulma's eyes skimmed down Vegeta's muscular body. Somehow she was disappointed that he hadn't mention last night or try another little stunt like yesterday's, well he was going to get a kick out of what she was going to do tomorrow.

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A/n O.o what does bulma have planned for tomorrow? Well you'll just have to find out in the next chapter.

Ja'ne