Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Desire ❯ Dream ( Chapter 3 )

A/n Hello again! in your review for this chapter I would like you to answer these questions:

Should I write a lemon?

Am I making characters to out of character?

Should I occasionally switch POV's instead of just remaining at Bulma's POV?

You can simply answer yes or no and please answer them because I don't want my fic to crash and burn like my other ones.

Dedications: To jess, my sister, as always and to Carrie, my bff, and to all who reviewed!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT that belongs to some other people that I've never met before.

On with the fic!!!

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Desire

Ch. 3 Dream

Vegeta slid the sweatshirt over Bulma's head and threw it behind him. They kept kissing until......

Bulma's mother walked in. Bulma and Vegeta automatically stopped and Bulma started to blush. "Mom what are you doing home so early?"

She was carry and brown bag full to bursting with groceries. She sniffed the air and poked at the casserole Bulma had prepared. " I live here sweetie. What drove you to make this casserole? Don't worry I'll make some food for you and Veggie. Your father's at the office taking care of things and he told me to tell you that you have a conference tomorrow at 7:30." Mrs. Briefs picked up Bulma's sweatshirt and handed it to her, " Don't leave your clothes lying around." She then turned to a tomato on the chopping board and thinly sliced it, " Now why don't you two just hurry out of here, dinner will be done soon. Alright?"

" Okay Mom." Bulma turned and walked out into the living room, " Do you think she even noticed us?"

" Highly doubt it."

" Well we can finish up tonight in my room." Bulma slid her arms around his neck.

" Good because I need to train." He took her arms away from him and walked out to the gravity chamber.

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Bulma had decided to put on her white flannel nightgown instead of her silky scarlet one that she wore most nights. She opened the large doors to her small balcony and looked to see if Vegeta had been done training. The gravity room was dark and silent. She yawned and headed to bed just when Vegeta showed up at her door.

" Hey Vegeta."

Vegeta was clad in black pajama pants, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets. He walked over to where she was standing by the bed and kissed her. She gladly opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and she slid her arms around his neck and pulled him onto the bed.

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Vegeta looked around, the whole place was blindly white and he was wearing a tux. There were foldable chairs everywhere and Bulma was next to him wearing a beautiful white gown. He quickly recognized that they were at a wedding. Bulma had spoke to him earlier about what it was and all that. All of a sudden he was struck by something, knocking him to the ground. Kakarott stood over him laughing, " Ha! And you call yourself a prince. You're just a weakling. You can't even turn super saiyan!"

Bulma looked at him with sorrow in her eyes but they quickly changed to hatred. " He's right. You are a weakling and I can't believe I even had feelings for you. Goku's a much better lover anyway!" She turned and gave Goku and big kiss. (A/n : cringes:). Then the boy from the future came up and plunged his sword through Vegeta's chest, killing him instantly.

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Bulma shook him, " Vegeta are you alright?"

His eyes shot open. " What do you want woman?" He growled fiercely.

" You were having a nightmare." She rested a hand on his arm and felt how cold his skin was. He was unmoving, frozen like a rock. " Are you alright?" she repeated and put a hand on his cheek, which got swatted away violently.

"Get away from me!" His eyes were so empty that it scared bulma, but she refused to back off.

" Vegeta," She whispered kindly as she brushed his arm. She wrapped a sheet around her body and sat up on the bed. As she continued to stroke his arm he became less tense, "Are you alright?"

" I'm fine."

Bulma laid down next to him and rested her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and murmured, " I love you Vegeta."

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Her annoying little alarm clock went off at 7. She slipped out of bed where Vegeta still slept soundly. Following her shower she rummaged through her gigantic closet and slipped on an inky colored skirt and jacket set. Vegeta woke up after she had finished brushing and drying her shoulder-length cerulean hair. Vegeta was about to slip out the door when the phone rang.

" Hiya B there?" Yamcha's voice was cheerful over the receiver. Vegeta silently handed her the phone and left.

" Hello?"

" Hey bulma."

" Oh, hello Yamcha. I can't talk right now I have a conference."

" K well I'll just pop by your office and we can discuss things."

"Discuss what?"

" After we get married, one of us we'll have to move."

" Alright." Bulma put on low-heel pumps that matched her skirt.

" Or we could buy a house. I want to discuss that with you."

" OK I have to go."

" But bulma.... We need to think of what we're gonna do."

" Why can't you be your normal fickle self? Instead of not deciding things you're picking everything out. You're messing with me too much."

"What do you mean?"

" I mean... think about it and that'll be the answer!" she hung up the phone quickly. Bulma was too confused now, she hated when Yamcha was fickle, but now she hated when he was consistent. It was way too confusing.

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A/n YAY! Chapter complete. But I got a weird feeling for this chap like it's too complicated or something....oh well Anywhosers, remember to review!! (Or flame)

~alex~