Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Her Not-So-Charming Prince ❯ Chapter 4
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By: earlsblueeyedangel 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.21.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 481 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.21.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 481 | Status: Completed
Authors Note: Sorry about not translating the Japanese.
Okaasan and Otousan:Mother and Father Yamero: Stop or stop it Itsu: When?
Iie:No Hai:Yes Orai:Okay Arigato gozamimasu: Thank you very much Kuso: Shit
Nani: What?
Vegeta crept over to the pond to see what the woman was up to. As he grew closer he saw her small form lying on the ground, talking
up at the morning sky. He could hear her talking, murmmuring to the disappearing stars.
"I want to find him," she whispered, "I'm so lonely, so tired of not having that special someone." Vegeta watched as the sun rose higher
above the horizion, the colors making the water turn into a splash of colors. Bulma got up and then started to limp away from the pond
and closer to where the trees hid Vegeta.
She's limping? I didn't notice that before. "Onna?" Vegeta questioned as he stepped out of the trees, making Bulma jump in
surprise.
"Nani? What the hell are you doing out here?" I wonder how much of that he heard? "You are supposed to be taking it easy
inside," Bulma scolded as she pushed the surprised Vegeta back toward the Capsule house. He turned around and held her in place
as he sternly looked into her blue eyes.
"What happened to your leg," he asked gruffly, trying to act all tough and uncaring.
Bulma frowned before growling, "Nothing is wrong with my leg!" Bulma pulled away from him, trying to look uncaring and angry as
she huffed away from him. Vegeta reached out, grabbed her arm, pulled her back into him and threw her over his firm shoulder.
"Yamero! Put me down!!" Bulma screamed, pounding on his muscled back. Then she noticed a brown, furry thing peeking out from
Vegeta's tail bone. Is that a tail? Goku had a tail. It really didn't seem to bother her since she had seen one before.
"Iie," was Vegeta's reply as he walked back into the house. After he laid her on the couch, he pulled up her right pants leg and when it
didn't give, he ripped it off. Bulma stopped struggling to whine about the ripped pants.
"Those were good pants, asshole." Vegeta frowned up at her.
"What did you say?"
"I said, Vegetable Head, that those were good pants."
"Iie, Onna. What happened to your leg? If you are to help me then you need to be able to walk. I will not be carrying your fat, lazy
ass." Bulma stared at him in shock before frowning at him in displeasure.
"When you landed..." she faded off.
"Did I hit you?" Bulma shook her head.
"As I was trying to get away, the aftershock knocked me forward and that's all I remember. When I awoke the bike was laying on my
leg and I had ran into a pretty good sized boulder." Bulma reached over and touched Vegeta's strern face.
"Where did you come from and why are you here?"
"It's a long story," he muttered, "and I really don't feel like talking about it right now," Vegeta replied as he headed for the bedroom
and shutting the white, metal door.
After Bulma climbed out of the bed at eight the next morning, she limped into the kitchen and made breakfast for the both of them.
Now that she knew how much he ate she was better prepare this morning. He seemed to eat as much as her younger friend Goku,
maybe they knew eachother. After all one had a tail and the other had had a tail. After piling it onto several dishes and balancing it on
one tray, she made her way into the bedroom. She set the large tray onto the bedside table so that she could wake Vegeta up.
"Vegeta," she whispered next to his semi tan colored face. He didn't move, so she said his name alittle louder while shaking him lightly.
Vegeta muttered somthing just before he he turned over and before Bulma could blink she was under a still very groggy Vegeta. She
gasped at the pain in her wrists that he was grasping very tightly above her head. "V-vegeta?" she whimpered questioningly.
Vegeta blinked in confusion before letting her go. "Onna?" Bulma rubbed her red wrists.
"Hai. Who did you think I was? Some evil guy after your soul," she joked.
"No," he grumbled as he sat up, "I just don't... What are you doing in here anyway?" Bulma thought about asking him about what he
was going to say, but decided against it.
"I brought you breakfast, Veggie-chan," she said as she pointed to the large plates of bacon, eggs and toast. "I thoght you might be
hungry." Bulma climbed off the bed and headed for the door before remembering what else she need to say. "Oh, Veggie, I thought I
should tell you that I am leaving within the hour."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I was heading out on an adventure before you crashed into me. You can come if you want," she paused for a second before
continuing, "That is, if you have nothing better to do." Vegeta's response was a mere grunt as she exited the room and headed for the
bathroom. Thirty minutes later Bulma emerged from the bathroom with a towel around her thin form and her head. "Oh," she squeaked
as she ran into him. "I didn't know that you were out here."
"I was waiting for the shower of course," Vegeta said as he sidestepped her, entered the bathroom and closing the door.
"What a jerk," Bulma muttered under her breath as she headed into her room to get dressed. She emerged from her room ten minutes
later dressed in sky blue daisey dukes, a white shirt, and her light blue hair up in a pony tail. She walked over to the couch, grabbed
her backpack and headed for the bathroom. Bulma knocked on the door a couple of times before getting a response.
"Nani?!" Vegeta yelled over the shower spray. "What do you want, Onna?!"
"You have twenty minutes!" she called back.
"You will not time me while I am in the shower, baka Onna!"
"Men," Bulma grumbled as she stepped outside into the warm sunshine. Vegeta emerged outside twenty-five minutes later, but still
wearing his black spandex with white gloves and all. "Vegeta?" she asked pointing.
"Nani, Onna?" Vegeta asked scowling.
"You took a shower and put the same grungy clothes on." Vegeta shrugged.
"So what. I have no other cloths and why should that bother you. This is me, not you." Bulma frowned.
"When we get to the next town, I am buying you some new clothes."
"Whatever," Vegeta grumbled as Bulma decapsized an air bike and she hopped onto it. She sat there for a minute before turning to see
what Vegeta was doing.
"What is that?" he asked suspiously.
"This is an air bike. On Earth it is a form of transportation." When Vegeta still did not approach the bike Bulma explained further, "It's
safe and alot of people ride these or air cars." Vegeta inched toward the rumbling machine, touched it before getting onto it behind her.
"Hold on!" Bulma hollared over the engine before reving it.
"To what?" Vegeta inquired as Bulma hit the gas. Vegeta instictively grabbed onto the sides of the bike, but they didn't help. He could
feel them slipping.
"You can put your arms around my waist. It's safer than holding on to the bike and easier too." Vegeta slide his arms around her waist
and Bulma gasped at the pleasure from the contact. Vegeta's eyes widened at the electrical current that rippled through him at the
simple touch. He had never felt this with anybody and they wern't even touching skin on skin. After an hour on the road, they arrived at
the next town where they imediatly headed to the mall. Bulma dragged him into about twenty stores where they purchased him dozens
of pants in a varity of textures and just as much shirts. As they were leaving Vegeta noticed an outfit in a store window. He grabbed
her and dragged her into the store. He grabbed the shirt from the display and Bulma smirked at the words in black, bold lettering
across the back.
Sorry, gotta leave you hanging. What do you think the shirt had on it? Find out next time. Please read and review
Okaasan and Otousan:Mother and Father Yamero: Stop or stop it Itsu: When?
Iie:No Hai:Yes Orai:Okay Arigato gozamimasu: Thank you very much Kuso: Shit
Nani: What?
Vegeta crept over to the pond to see what the woman was up to. As he grew closer he saw her small form lying on the ground, talking
up at the morning sky. He could hear her talking, murmmuring to the disappearing stars.
"I want to find him," she whispered, "I'm so lonely, so tired of not having that special someone." Vegeta watched as the sun rose higher
above the horizion, the colors making the water turn into a splash of colors. Bulma got up and then started to limp away from the pond
and closer to where the trees hid Vegeta.
She's limping? I didn't notice that before. "Onna?" Vegeta questioned as he stepped out of the trees, making Bulma jump in
surprise.
"Nani? What the hell are you doing out here?" I wonder how much of that he heard? "You are supposed to be taking it easy
inside," Bulma scolded as she pushed the surprised Vegeta back toward the Capsule house. He turned around and held her in place
as he sternly looked into her blue eyes.
"What happened to your leg," he asked gruffly, trying to act all tough and uncaring.
Bulma frowned before growling, "Nothing is wrong with my leg!" Bulma pulled away from him, trying to look uncaring and angry as
she huffed away from him. Vegeta reached out, grabbed her arm, pulled her back into him and threw her over his firm shoulder.
"Yamero! Put me down!!" Bulma screamed, pounding on his muscled back. Then she noticed a brown, furry thing peeking out from
Vegeta's tail bone. Is that a tail? Goku had a tail. It really didn't seem to bother her since she had seen one before.
"Iie," was Vegeta's reply as he walked back into the house. After he laid her on the couch, he pulled up her right pants leg and when it
didn't give, he ripped it off. Bulma stopped struggling to whine about the ripped pants.
"Those were good pants, asshole." Vegeta frowned up at her.
"What did you say?"
"I said, Vegetable Head, that those were good pants."
"Iie, Onna. What happened to your leg? If you are to help me then you need to be able to walk. I will not be carrying your fat, lazy
ass." Bulma stared at him in shock before frowning at him in displeasure.
"When you landed..." she faded off.
"Did I hit you?" Bulma shook her head.
"As I was trying to get away, the aftershock knocked me forward and that's all I remember. When I awoke the bike was laying on my
leg and I had ran into a pretty good sized boulder." Bulma reached over and touched Vegeta's strern face.
"Where did you come from and why are you here?"
"It's a long story," he muttered, "and I really don't feel like talking about it right now," Vegeta replied as he headed for the bedroom
and shutting the white, metal door.
After Bulma climbed out of the bed at eight the next morning, she limped into the kitchen and made breakfast for the both of them.
Now that she knew how much he ate she was better prepare this morning. He seemed to eat as much as her younger friend Goku,
maybe they knew eachother. After all one had a tail and the other had had a tail. After piling it onto several dishes and balancing it on
one tray, she made her way into the bedroom. She set the large tray onto the bedside table so that she could wake Vegeta up.
"Vegeta," she whispered next to his semi tan colored face. He didn't move, so she said his name alittle louder while shaking him lightly.
Vegeta muttered somthing just before he he turned over and before Bulma could blink she was under a still very groggy Vegeta. She
gasped at the pain in her wrists that he was grasping very tightly above her head. "V-vegeta?" she whimpered questioningly.
Vegeta blinked in confusion before letting her go. "Onna?" Bulma rubbed her red wrists.
"Hai. Who did you think I was? Some evil guy after your soul," she joked.
"No," he grumbled as he sat up, "I just don't... What are you doing in here anyway?" Bulma thought about asking him about what he
was going to say, but decided against it.
"I brought you breakfast, Veggie-chan," she said as she pointed to the large plates of bacon, eggs and toast. "I thoght you might be
hungry." Bulma climbed off the bed and headed for the door before remembering what else she need to say. "Oh, Veggie, I thought I
should tell you that I am leaving within the hour."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I was heading out on an adventure before you crashed into me. You can come if you want," she paused for a second before
continuing, "That is, if you have nothing better to do." Vegeta's response was a mere grunt as she exited the room and headed for the
bathroom. Thirty minutes later Bulma emerged from the bathroom with a towel around her thin form and her head. "Oh," she squeaked
as she ran into him. "I didn't know that you were out here."
"I was waiting for the shower of course," Vegeta said as he sidestepped her, entered the bathroom and closing the door.
"What a jerk," Bulma muttered under her breath as she headed into her room to get dressed. She emerged from her room ten minutes
later dressed in sky blue daisey dukes, a white shirt, and her light blue hair up in a pony tail. She walked over to the couch, grabbed
her backpack and headed for the bathroom. Bulma knocked on the door a couple of times before getting a response.
"Nani?!" Vegeta yelled over the shower spray. "What do you want, Onna?!"
"You have twenty minutes!" she called back.
"You will not time me while I am in the shower, baka Onna!"
"Men," Bulma grumbled as she stepped outside into the warm sunshine. Vegeta emerged outside twenty-five minutes later, but still
wearing his black spandex with white gloves and all. "Vegeta?" she asked pointing.
"Nani, Onna?" Vegeta asked scowling.
"You took a shower and put the same grungy clothes on." Vegeta shrugged.
"So what. I have no other cloths and why should that bother you. This is me, not you." Bulma frowned.
"When we get to the next town, I am buying you some new clothes."
"Whatever," Vegeta grumbled as Bulma decapsized an air bike and she hopped onto it. She sat there for a minute before turning to see
what Vegeta was doing.
"What is that?" he asked suspiously.
"This is an air bike. On Earth it is a form of transportation." When Vegeta still did not approach the bike Bulma explained further, "It's
safe and alot of people ride these or air cars." Vegeta inched toward the rumbling machine, touched it before getting onto it behind her.
"Hold on!" Bulma hollared over the engine before reving it.
"To what?" Vegeta inquired as Bulma hit the gas. Vegeta instictively grabbed onto the sides of the bike, but they didn't help. He could
feel them slipping.
"You can put your arms around my waist. It's safer than holding on to the bike and easier too." Vegeta slide his arms around her waist
and Bulma gasped at the pleasure from the contact. Vegeta's eyes widened at the electrical current that rippled through him at the
simple touch. He had never felt this with anybody and they wern't even touching skin on skin. After an hour on the road, they arrived at
the next town where they imediatly headed to the mall. Bulma dragged him into about twenty stores where they purchased him dozens
of pants in a varity of textures and just as much shirts. As they were leaving Vegeta noticed an outfit in a store window. He grabbed
her and dragged her into the store. He grabbed the shirt from the display and Bulma smirked at the words in black, bold lettering
across the back.
Sorry, gotta leave you hanging. What do you think the shirt had on it? Find out next time. Please read and review