Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forever More ❯ At First Glance ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters; although if I did…well, I'm not going to tell you what I'd do…

A/N: Hey people!! Well, this is my first ever fic. I've been reading everyone else's for awhile now, and decided I should give it a shot. I hope you enjoy it!! Love Ya!!

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Forever More

~Ch. 1-At First Glance~

It was just 3 hours before dawn and Bulma was just getting to bed. It had taken longer than expected to settle everyone in their respective rooms. The Namekians were easy; they all decided that they wanted to stay on the botanical level of the house together, she guessed it was as close as to home as they could get until their planet could be wished back. On the other hand, the infamous "Saiya-jin Prince" was harder to please. Every room she showed him wasn't "adequate" enough, until finally he ended up in the room right across from hers. She had to give him credit, though. Other than her room and her parents, it was the largest bedroom in the house.

`He was a prince, after all, and must have been used to the best', she thought.

`Over all, though, this had to have been the weirdest day of my entire life…and that's saying something', were Bulma's last coherent thought as she settled down in bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Vegeta sat up in bed, listening to the woman moving around across the hall. She was the last being awake on the grounds, other than him of course, and he would not rest himself until she did. As he listened, the noise subsided and he decided that she was finally asleep. He laid back on the bad and fell into a fitful sleep, only to dream of things no mortal being should know.

Vegeta awoke the next morning to the sound of cooking and some strange yet delicious smells coming from the lower floor. At that moment his stomach decided to remind him that he had not eaten in at least 3 Chikyuu days, so he decided to do down and see what was happening. He quickly got up and put on the only clothing he owned, his old bodysuit and armor, torn to shreds as they were. He walked down the stairs, keeping his senses alert, and into the gathering area which the woman had called the "living room". Adjacent to that was the cooking facility, or "kitchen". He walked in slowly, looking at everything suspiciously. At the far end of the kitchen, humming merrily, was the ditsy woman cooking over something that looked somewhat like an adiqtae, though, he thought that the woman had said it was called a "stove" on this planet. He decided then, that since that idiot of a woman was the one doing the cooking that it would be better to go hunting for game in the forest on the property than to die of food poisoning. He was just turning to leave when the idiot woman turned around and chirped happily,

"Oh, Vegeta, I'm so glad you're up! How did you sleep? Is your room OK?"

Without even turning around Vegeta uttered an,"It will do.", and headed for the back door. Unfazed, Mrs. Briefs kept up the conversation.

"That's wonderful dear. Breakfast will be served in about 30 minuets if you'd like to join us."

Vegeta just gave a "hmph" in reply as he reached the door.

"OK dear. I'll just leave some leftovers in the fridge for you if you get hungry." she said as the backdoor slammed behind the no Ouji. As Vegeta took of from the backyard to find the perfect spot to hunt he was thinking deeply,

`These Chikyuu-jins are either really stupid, extremely clever.'

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Bulma awoke to the sound of her mother's voice over the intercom. She reached over lazily and hit the TALK button.

"What'd ja say ma?" Bulma mumbled into the speaker.

"I said that it's time to wake up, honey, breakfast is ready." said the ever-cheerful Mrs. Briefs.

Bulma opened her eyes and looked at her bedside clock. It was only 8:30 am; she had gone to bed exactly 2 hours and 7 minuets ago. She groaned and reluctantly got out of bed, the world didn't stop just because she'd had a late night. She hit the TALK button again and told her mother she'd be down in a few. She walked over to her king sized bathroom and splashed water on her face to help wake her up more. Then she put on her favorite dark blue jean shorts and blood red tank top; she then brushed out her shoulder-blade length aqua hair and put it up in a loose, makeshift bun. She took one last look in the mirror and smiled before heading downstairs for breakfast. When she got there the only people she saw at the table were her parents.

"Hey mom! Hey dad! How'd you sleep last night?" Bulma asked in greeting.

"I slept fine honey, thank you so much for taking on our guests last night, I was just beat.", said Mrs. Briefs.

"It was no problem. Speaking of our guests, where is everyone?" Bulma asked as she sat down at the table and started eating.

"Well, I found out that the Namekians don't actually need food, so I left them a big pitcher of water and told them to call me if they needed anything. Oh, and Vegeta-sama left at 8:00 this morning. I offered him breakfast, but he declined." said Mrs. Briefs in a self satisfied tone.

"Hmm. I wonder why that is.", Bulma said to herself. "I've never known Goku to turn down a meal."

"Well, honey," Mrs. Briefs put in, "I think he's a little suspicious of us." I think that maybe the idea of hospitality is very strange to him. He might also expect for us to take revenge on him, I heard he killed Yamcha after all." And with that parting comment, Mrs. Briefs finished her breakfast and went to go up clean the kitchen. Bulma sat in though after this last comment.

`I guess she has a point about the whole "revenge" thing, but I forgive him. Yamcha will be wished back soon and then we can get married and start a family. Hmm.'

Dr. Briefs, finishing his own breakfast, decided it was time to talk to Bulma about their next big project.

"Bulma, dear, I wanted to discuss our next project with you. You remember the spaceship that we made for Goku to go to Namek in, the one with gravity enhancing capabilities?"

Bulma, her mouth stuffed with pancake, simply nodded at this.

"Well," Briefs continued, "I was thinking that since we had an extra ship, we could do the same thing with it and put it out in the backyard for Vegeta to work out in."

Bulma sat, thoughtful, for a few moments before answering. Finally she nodded and said,

"I think that's a great idea dad! It would give him something to do with his time and, just incase there's ever a threat to Chikyuu he could be prepared and help Goku protect us."

`Like he ever would, though.' she thought.

"After he gets back and I talk to him about it we should get started." she said before putting down her fork and heading up to her room to change into her grubby work clothes.

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A/N: Hey!! That's all for now. This is going to be a big priority in my life so I'll try and get the chapters out to you ASAP. As with any fic, please READ & REVIEW!!! All comments are appreciated, even flames, they only help me to become a better writer. See you next time!