Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Genesis ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Severina 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Hey! Well i finally started a new story, and of course i chose to write it 3 days before i go back to school. Why write it during the summer when i had oodles of free time? Heck no! I like to do things the hard way!
Anyway, it's another AU V/B. I hope you enjoy it =)
Genesis
Chapte r 1
Weak rays of the slowly rising sun began to wash the night from the gardens of Capsule Corp., cleansing the earth and air in preparation of a new day. A cool breeze blew in from the gardens, stirring the fine white silk of Bulma's flowing robe, brushing it softly against her smooth legs, caressing her like a devoted lover. She wasn't usually awake this early in the morning, but sleep was as distant as a dream. She had too much on her mind. The impending battle looming on the horizon weighed heavily on her, pushing her to think about things she would rather direct out of her mind. She'd have to tell him today. She had no other choice.
As she looked out into the red sky from her balcony, she heard a soft rustling behind her as he shuffled through the long curtains. Strong arms encircled her waist and soft lips lazily brushed her neck. Habit forced her to smile.
"Hey."
"Hey. What are you doing up this early? Isn't it against your religion to be awake before noon?" he asked sleepily.
"My religion no, but against every fiber of my being, yes." He spun her around and captured her lips in a soft kiss but pulled back suddenly.
"Bulma, what's wrong with you lately? You've been distant for the last couple of months, last night you were completely unresponsive and now you won't even kiss me back. What's going on?" She sighed softly and turned back to the sunrise. It was now or never.
"Yamcha, where are we going? Where do you see us in 10 years? 5 years? A year from now?"
"I don't know." He sounded so nonchalant Bulma had to dig her nails into her palm to keep from spinning around and kicking him in the shin.
"That's my problem. You don't know. After all this time, we should be getting ready to settle down and start a family, but we're not. We're just stuck in this rut where we jerk each other around with childish games and then make up only to start it all over again. How many times in the years we've been together have we talked about the future? None. Not one time. No marriage, no family, just a stagnating relationship that we still hold to the expectations we had when we got together."
"You've been watching that Dr. Phil guy on Oprah again haven't you?" he asked. She shot him a glare over her shoulder that would have wilted the heartiest of plants. "Okay. Look, you know that I've never been one to plan anything out, I'd rather just have things happen naturally than have some sort of forced time table that I feel I should follow. Life doesn't always go at the pace we want it to, it'll happen when it happens." Bulma turned to face him, arms crossed over her chest.
"No you look. I am 25 years old. Granted, I'm not old but I'm not 18 anymore. I can't just waste my time on some guy who isn't willing to plan ahead or even commit. You know what I want."
"I can't give you that, I'm not ready," he said softly, looking sadly into her eyes. He braced himself for the barrage of screaming sobs and obscenities that was sure to follow. But she just sighed in defeat and wrapped her arms around him. Shocked, it took him a second to wrap his arms around her in response.
"Maybe we just outgrew this."
"Bulma?"
"I'm sorry Yamcha, but I think this isn't going to work out." She choked, tears clouding her blue eyes as she looked up at the only man she had ever loved. His brow wrinkled in pain and tears rimmed the dark eyes that had always looked at her with such admiration and love. She briefly wondered if anyone would ever look at her that way again. Pushing the thought aside, she continued talking before she lost her nerve. "It's not that I don't love you, because I do. But I don't love you like I used to."
"You love me like a friend or brother, but not a lover."
"Yeah...I'm so sorry."
"Don't be" he smiled. "Maybe we did outgrow this. Maybe we're better off as friends. Besides, if we're meant to be, then we'll get back together." She smiled in return.
"Yeah." She put her hands on the sides of his head and brought it down to kiss him gently on the forehead. "I love you, you are my best friend in the world and I don't want to lose that. And you will always be the first man I ever loved the first man I ever kissed and the first man I made love to. You'll always have a place in my heart and in my life Yamcha." She whispered against his skin, tears finally slipping down her cheeks. He stood back up and kissed her softly on the lips, a tear slipping down his cheek, mirroring hers.
"I love you too." They parted and stared at each other for what seemed like a lifetime before Yamcha brushed the salty tear from his face and took a step back. "Well. I better go train. We've got about three weeks before the Saiyans get here. I'll see you later?"
"Of course" she answered. With that he was gone. She took a deep breath before turning back to the sky, which was no longer colored by the sunrise. The sun was already warm, telling Bulma that it was going to be a scorching hot day. Luckily she'd be spending the majority of the day in her temperature-controlled lab working on modifying the scouter they took off Raditz.
She knew that she should be sad that she and Yamcha had just broken up, but for some reason she felt focused and calm. She felt free. He hadn't been a bad boyfriend; in fact, he had always been a nice, sweet man. But she couldn't just wait around for him to be ready for a future. She was ready for one now and she was tired of feeling like she was waiting on the shelf until he needed her.
Her thoughts turned to the Saiyans that would be arriving soon. The thought of them coming down to earth and destroying everything had led her to think a lot about her own life. If she died tomorrow, would she be able to say that she was happy? Would she be able to say that she had done everything she ever wanted to do? She knew the answer was no. She would hate to die tomorrow never knowing if Yamcha had loved her enough to want to marry her. But she had wasted so much time, three weeks was not enough time to find the love of her life. She sighed. Yamcha had said three weeks, and by her calculations he was right. But she couldn't stop the chill that ran up her back. For some reason, she felt they had a lot less time than that. And as she stared at the sun-drenched gardens of Capsule Corp., she couldn't help but feel that this was one of the last mornings she would ever spend on Earth.
~Two Weeks Later~
"Prince Vegeta. Wake up Prince" called the computerized voice of the main pod controls. He shook his head, trying to clear him mind of the effects of the gas that had kept him in a state of suspended animation during the long trip to Earth. "We have reached Earth. We are one standard week ahead of schedule. Planet fall is estimated in 43 minutes and 11 seconds."
"Stats" he growled as he stretched his muscles as much as the confining pod would allow.
"Atmosphere is breathable. Temperature is 65 degrees Fahrenheit."
"Good" he reached up and pressed the button on his scouter. "Nappa."
"Are we there?" the sleepy voice of the much larger Saiyan rumbled through the sputtering speaker of the scouter.
"Yes. Now wake up. We've got some last minute planning to do."
"Right." Vegeta looked out the small window of his pod. The earth hung in the black void of space, a glowing blue gem in a vast wasteland of black. He smirked to himself. On this planet was the key to his victory. Then Frieza would be sorry that he ever met the Prince of Saiyans.
Anyway, it's another AU V/B. I hope you enjoy it =)
Genesis
Chapte r 1
Weak rays of the slowly rising sun began to wash the night from the gardens of Capsule Corp., cleansing the earth and air in preparation of a new day. A cool breeze blew in from the gardens, stirring the fine white silk of Bulma's flowing robe, brushing it softly against her smooth legs, caressing her like a devoted lover. She wasn't usually awake this early in the morning, but sleep was as distant as a dream. She had too much on her mind. The impending battle looming on the horizon weighed heavily on her, pushing her to think about things she would rather direct out of her mind. She'd have to tell him today. She had no other choice.
As she looked out into the red sky from her balcony, she heard a soft rustling behind her as he shuffled through the long curtains. Strong arms encircled her waist and soft lips lazily brushed her neck. Habit forced her to smile.
"Hey."
"Hey. What are you doing up this early? Isn't it against your religion to be awake before noon?" he asked sleepily.
"My religion no, but against every fiber of my being, yes." He spun her around and captured her lips in a soft kiss but pulled back suddenly.
"Bulma, what's wrong with you lately? You've been distant for the last couple of months, last night you were completely unresponsive and now you won't even kiss me back. What's going on?" She sighed softly and turned back to the sunrise. It was now or never.
"Yamcha, where are we going? Where do you see us in 10 years? 5 years? A year from now?"
"I don't know." He sounded so nonchalant Bulma had to dig her nails into her palm to keep from spinning around and kicking him in the shin.
"That's my problem. You don't know. After all this time, we should be getting ready to settle down and start a family, but we're not. We're just stuck in this rut where we jerk each other around with childish games and then make up only to start it all over again. How many times in the years we've been together have we talked about the future? None. Not one time. No marriage, no family, just a stagnating relationship that we still hold to the expectations we had when we got together."
"You've been watching that Dr. Phil guy on Oprah again haven't you?" he asked. She shot him a glare over her shoulder that would have wilted the heartiest of plants. "Okay. Look, you know that I've never been one to plan anything out, I'd rather just have things happen naturally than have some sort of forced time table that I feel I should follow. Life doesn't always go at the pace we want it to, it'll happen when it happens." Bulma turned to face him, arms crossed over her chest.
"No you look. I am 25 years old. Granted, I'm not old but I'm not 18 anymore. I can't just waste my time on some guy who isn't willing to plan ahead or even commit. You know what I want."
"I can't give you that, I'm not ready," he said softly, looking sadly into her eyes. He braced himself for the barrage of screaming sobs and obscenities that was sure to follow. But she just sighed in defeat and wrapped her arms around him. Shocked, it took him a second to wrap his arms around her in response.
"Maybe we just outgrew this."
"Bulma?"
"I'm sorry Yamcha, but I think this isn't going to work out." She choked, tears clouding her blue eyes as she looked up at the only man she had ever loved. His brow wrinkled in pain and tears rimmed the dark eyes that had always looked at her with such admiration and love. She briefly wondered if anyone would ever look at her that way again. Pushing the thought aside, she continued talking before she lost her nerve. "It's not that I don't love you, because I do. But I don't love you like I used to."
"You love me like a friend or brother, but not a lover."
"Yeah...I'm so sorry."
"Don't be" he smiled. "Maybe we did outgrow this. Maybe we're better off as friends. Besides, if we're meant to be, then we'll get back together." She smiled in return.
"Yeah." She put her hands on the sides of his head and brought it down to kiss him gently on the forehead. "I love you, you are my best friend in the world and I don't want to lose that. And you will always be the first man I ever loved the first man I ever kissed and the first man I made love to. You'll always have a place in my heart and in my life Yamcha." She whispered against his skin, tears finally slipping down her cheeks. He stood back up and kissed her softly on the lips, a tear slipping down his cheek, mirroring hers.
"I love you too." They parted and stared at each other for what seemed like a lifetime before Yamcha brushed the salty tear from his face and took a step back. "Well. I better go train. We've got about three weeks before the Saiyans get here. I'll see you later?"
"Of course" she answered. With that he was gone. She took a deep breath before turning back to the sky, which was no longer colored by the sunrise. The sun was already warm, telling Bulma that it was going to be a scorching hot day. Luckily she'd be spending the majority of the day in her temperature-controlled lab working on modifying the scouter they took off Raditz.
She knew that she should be sad that she and Yamcha had just broken up, but for some reason she felt focused and calm. She felt free. He hadn't been a bad boyfriend; in fact, he had always been a nice, sweet man. But she couldn't just wait around for him to be ready for a future. She was ready for one now and she was tired of feeling like she was waiting on the shelf until he needed her.
Her thoughts turned to the Saiyans that would be arriving soon. The thought of them coming down to earth and destroying everything had led her to think a lot about her own life. If she died tomorrow, would she be able to say that she was happy? Would she be able to say that she had done everything she ever wanted to do? She knew the answer was no. She would hate to die tomorrow never knowing if Yamcha had loved her enough to want to marry her. But she had wasted so much time, three weeks was not enough time to find the love of her life. She sighed. Yamcha had said three weeks, and by her calculations he was right. But she couldn't stop the chill that ran up her back. For some reason, she felt they had a lot less time than that. And as she stared at the sun-drenched gardens of Capsule Corp., she couldn't help but feel that this was one of the last mornings she would ever spend on Earth.
~Two Weeks Later~
"Prince Vegeta. Wake up Prince" called the computerized voice of the main pod controls. He shook his head, trying to clear him mind of the effects of the gas that had kept him in a state of suspended animation during the long trip to Earth. "We have reached Earth. We are one standard week ahead of schedule. Planet fall is estimated in 43 minutes and 11 seconds."
"Stats" he growled as he stretched his muscles as much as the confining pod would allow.
"Atmosphere is breathable. Temperature is 65 degrees Fahrenheit."
"Good" he reached up and pressed the button on his scouter. "Nappa."
"Are we there?" the sleepy voice of the much larger Saiyan rumbled through the sputtering speaker of the scouter.
"Yes. Now wake up. We've got some last minute planning to do."
"Right." Vegeta looked out the small window of his pod. The earth hung in the black void of space, a glowing blue gem in a vast wasteland of black. He smirked to himself. On this planet was the key to his victory. Then Frieza would be sorry that he ever met the Prince of Saiyans.