Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ How, Why? ❯ How, Why? ( One-Shot )

How, Why?

Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own DBZ! No matter how much I may want to, I don't! Do not try to pay me for my story, or give me credit on the characters. The only thing of this story that is mine is the plot.

This is my first DBZ story, period. I thought though, since I read them the most, that I would write a V/B get-together. I try my hardest not to OOC {Out Of Character}, but with Vegeta, it's kind of hard not too. I had to make him somewhat mushy, but he's not like some of the stories where he goes:

"Oh Bulma, I love you so much! I have ever since the first time I saw you on Namek! Kissy, kissy, kissy, humpy, humpy, humpy, etcetera, etcetera." {AN: I didn't copy that off of any body's story. I just thought it up off the top of my head. Don't get mad at me if it kind of sounds like yours. I have nothing against that, or those types of stories, I just don't write them that way}.

Okay, now that you've read that: my ratings. This is a hentai/R type of story, so be for warned! Go on little kids and sleep in your beds, and mommy/daddy/big brother/big sister will read this while you're in there... Those 'lil horny toads! Hehe... um... Hey, I'm one too! Please, no flames!! I'm innoncet I tell ya! Okay, well then.... Now, I guess onto the story!

Keys:

Shimatta: Damn

Onna: Woman

GR: Gravity Room

Kuso: Shit

Kami: God

Gomen Nashi: Very Sorry

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How?

How does he do this to me?

Why?

Why can't I get him out of my head?

How?

How did he get there?

Why?

Why is he so distant?

How?

How can I love him?

Why?

Why do I love him?

"Grrr!" Shouted Bulma, as she hit her fist against the bed she was lying upon. "How does that baka do this to me!" 'Why, how, why, how…' Was all that went through her mind. Every question, every 'how' and 'why' went unanswered.

"No! I can't! I just can't love him! I love Yamcha, not him! Yamacha!" But no matter how much she told herself that, she knew the real answer: she loved him. She loved him deeper than she thought one could love another, especially such a heartless other as himself, but why? Why did she love him? And how? All he did was yell at her, eat her food, make her mad, and train in her GR. He seemed to enjoy making her mad the most, though. Once again, why? Why does he enjoy it so? And why does he stick on earth if he hates this planet as much as he says? Why does she even care? Well, she can answer that one: she loves him, but why? And how? A continuous circle of 'why's and 'how's.

Sitting up in her bed, she whipped the tears remaining from her eyes then stood to look herself in the mirror. She shouldn't dwell on this. She just had to face it: Vegeta would never love her. He was too proud, a noble prince of Saiya-jin's. She had asked him earlier that day why he didn't have an onna. Well, one that she knew of anyways.

'The prince of Saiya-jin's, mate, with a filthy, low class, disgusting, human baka?' was his short, but yet painful reply. And with a scowl he walked away. After that 'conversation,' she wished she hadn't asked. She had been having feelings for Vegeta lately. She didn't know where they came from, how they got there, or why they were there. She just knew they were there, and she doubted they would go away any time soon, or how to get rid of them.

"Shimatta him!" She yelled again, as she brushed her hair. That, 'talk,' was the last thing she did before running into her room and crying herself to sleep. That had been a good 6 hours ago. She hadn't eaten anything that day, and it was now 6:58. Vegeta should be coming in soon demanding his supper.

It was late, so she just decided to keep on her nightgown. It was lacy, low cut, and came up to her thighs. A bit revealing, but she was going to wear her robe over it anyways, so why not? She slid on her silk robe and stood to leave.

Halfway down the stairs, she heard the door slam and the bellowing of the baka monkey prince.

"Onna!" He yelled. "I'm starving! Where's my dinner?" She sighed. 'Sleep, yell, eat, train. Does he do ANYTHING else?'

"Okay, okay. Hold on, I'm coming!" Bulma yelled as she entered the room. A grunt was his only response. She sighed, and walked into the kitchen, starting to fix his majesty's food. She went into the refrigerator and pulled out sandwich stuff: Ham, cheese, etcetera; you know the stuff.

"Here," She shoved the food into his arms. "I don't feel like making you dinner tonight. I'm exhausted, so I'm going to go take a nice warm bath to relax. I'll see you in the morning. Good-night." She turned to walk up the stairs. Bulma already lost her appetite at the sight of him, feeling all the grief wash over her once more, and just wanted to be alone to sulk, again. But Vegeta wasn't about to let this happen.

"What? I do not fix my own food!" He yelled, "That's what you pathetic humans are for: to do as I say! I'm the prince of Saiya-jin!" 'Who does she think she is! Huh?' "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you, Onna!" Bulma didn't pay any attention to him though, and she just sighed and kept on walking.

"Whatever." She mumbled, while now climbing the stairs, Vegeta still ranting on behind her.

"Don't you speak to me that way, I'm-"?

"I know!" She screamed. She was tired of the same old speech. She knew it all by heart. She jumped down from the stairs, and now stood right in front of him. "I know, I know! Shimatta, I know! You're the prince of Saiya-jin! A dead race! The only full blooded ones left are you and Goku, with Gohan, a half-breed, and who knows with that boy from the future! I don't care who you are!" She gasped and covered her mouth. 'I can't believe I just said that! Kuso, now he's going to kill me!' Vegeta as well couldn't believe what she just said. Everything that he had in the back of his mind, never really thinking about it, but knowing they were there, she had just said. Well, all but the, "I don't care who you are!" part. He felt anger boiling in his veins.

"I-I'm, oh kami, Vegeta, I'm sorry! I-I didn't know what I was saying, it just kind of came out. I didn't mean it! Honest! I don't know where it came from. Oh, Vegeta, I'm so sorry!" Bulma pleaded. She went to stretch out her hand to stroke his cheek to comfort him, but he grabbed her wrist instead. Vegeta squeezed her wrist, not enough to break it, but enough to inflict pain.

"Vegeta, I'm sorry. Oh kami, I'm sorry. I swear I don't know where that came from! It's as if... As if the thought was put into my head. It didn't even sound like my own thoughts." She was now shaking; shaking from fear, pain, and grief. Vegeta loosened his grip on her wrist, but still held it firm. 'Oh Kami, This is just as I feared!' Vegeta thought.

"What? What's just as you feared?" Bulma asked innocently, looking up into his glaring onyx eyes.

"Yep," Vegeta sighed, "I didn't say anything." She gasped.

"Y-you didn't!" He shook his head. "Oh no! It's happening again!" Vegeta had a look of confusion and curiosity, but it left as quickly as it came. Bulma decided to go on, and not make him mad… der.

"For the past week, I've been hearing voices. No, not really voices, more like… More like thoughts." He grunted. He knew this had happened, no matter how much he may had wanted to avoid it.

"I know, it does sound kind of silly. I know it's not something the almighty Saiya-jin would do..." She looked down in shame.

"You're wrong," was all he said. He didn't really want to tell her, but he had to. She had to know, but not everything.

"Huh?" She looked up at him again.

"Onna, I don't feel like re-explaining myself. Just listen to what I have to say, then judge."

"Okay, Vegeta." He smiled to himself. That was the first time he had ever got her to shut up.

"Now, the thoughts that you have been hearing, those are mine."

"What! Why, how!" {More 'whys' and 'how's'!}

"Do you want me to tell you or not?" She nodded. "Then shut up!" She sighed and stood there, waiting for him to continue.

"Now, as I said before, those thoughts you have been having are mine. I tried not to let this happen, but I guess it was Fate, or something of the sort." 'Ha,' Bulma though, 'this is the first. Vegeta is kind of babbling. Well, babbling for him anyways.' She was starting to also get impatient. Was this telepathic thing a Saiya-jin thing? If so, could Goku do something like that? He doesn't know much about his ethnic group; just knows that you can turn into a Super Saiya-jin, you have a tail, and you can turn into a monkey with a full moon, or if you get angry. He knew as much as she and the rest of the Z fighters knew about it, which wasn't much considering Vegeta's intelligence in the matter.

"Onna! Are you listening?" Vegeta yelling in her ear snapped Bulma out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, I am. Just tell me why I keep hearing your thoughts."

Vegeta growled. "If you actually WERE listening, then you would know why!" She blushed. 'Shimatta. I was caught!'

"Sorry. I was just thinking-"

"No need to explain. Just listen this time. I told you I wouldn't re-explain this, but you have to know this. You can hear my thoughts cause we're bonded." Bulma arched her eyebrow. 'Bonded? What the hell did that mean?'

Vegeta sighed. "You humans really don't know anything, do you? Okay, when you bond with one that means that you are one with them. You sometimes hear their thoughts, and feel their emotions."

"Bu-but why are we bonded? How did that happen?" She was getting very confused. She now knew what it was, but she didn't know the 'whys' and 'how's' of it.

"Bonding is a Saiya-jin thing. I'm surprised that I could even bond with you, since you're a human. But then again, you are a lot like a Saiya-jin Onna." He stopped, trying to ready himself for the next part. "The reason for the bonding was my fault." Bulma looked up at him in astonishment.

"Wha-what?" She couldn't believe it.

"You heard me! Kami, I give up!" He threw his hands in the air. "You can just live with my thoughts going through your shimatta head for all I care!" Vegeta got up and stomped of towards the stairs. 'That was so embarrassing. I can believe I ACTUALLY bonded with an earthling!' Oh, what his father would say now.

"Vegeta, wait! I'm sorry. But, why is it so bad to bond with an earthling? We're not THAT bad you know. Well, except for Craig David, but that's a different story." {I don't like him much. His songs are really annoying to me, if that offends you, gomen nashi. It's just my opinion, and that don't matter much anyhow, so don't worry about it.}

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. "Who is this, Craig David? What does he have to do with anything? I wouldn't mate with a male!" 'What the hell is she talking about?'

"What! Oh, no, no, no! I don't mean for you to mate with him! It's just that... Whoa! Hold it! Mate? Mate as in sex?" Bulma's eyes were about to pop out of her head.

"Is that what you humans call it here on Earth?" Vegeta questioned. "But once again I must ask you, why did you think I would mate with a male? I wouldn't bond then mate with him!"

"Yes, yes, I know, Vegeta. You wouldn't bond then mate with him... Kuso. Bond... the-then m-m-mate?" She gulped. 'Does this mean what I think it means?'

"Yes, bond then mate. And I don't know, what do you think this means?"

"That y-you a-and m-me..." She didn't get a chance to finish. Before she could, she fainted dead on the spot. Vegeta scoffed, but then his mood lightened a bit with his next thought.

"Guess she was so excited she fainted." He smirked, thinking he had `made a funny.' Vegeta picked up Bulma's unconscious body and laid her on the couch. He figured by the time that she awakes from her 'sleep' he could have taken a shower. He turned around and went up stairs, looking back to take one more look at Bulma, while she was still actually quiet.

Vegeta smirked once more. 'She looked even better when she isn't running her big mouth!' He then finished his way up the stairs.

About fifteen minutes later a nice, clean smelling Prince came out of the bathroom and down the stairs. He walked into the living room to see if the onna had awakened.

He scoffed. 'Silly Onna, she still hasn't awoken.' He then turned to go into the kitchen to get something to eat.

"I heard that you baka monkey…" Bulma mumbled in her half conscious state. She sat up to the best of her ability, but then grabbed her head and moaned.

"Baka Onna, you sat up too fast! Just lay down and rest; you're going to need it." Vegeta said as he turned into the kitchen to get a snack. Bulma just shrugged off his comment and lied back down. As soon as she put her head down on the couch again she was out like a light. All the while having pleasant dreams about a certain Saiya-jin Prince.

Later Bulma awoke, but not where she expected to be. She was no longer in her living room, but in-Bulma looked around- the woods? What the hell? What was she doing here?

"So, you've finally awakened. Good. Did you get plenty of rest?" Bulma swung around to find a shadowy figure sitting in a tree above her. See couldn't see the face, but the voice... She knew that voice from somewhe-Vegeta? Yes, it must be him, but why did her take her out here?

"What do you want with me? Why did you bring me out here?" She demanded. `How dare he! Who does he think he is?'

"You know why we're out here." He jumped down from the tree with grace, and landed right next to Bulma. She crawled back, eyes wide with fright and curiosity. He just stood there, towering over her sitting form.

She waited for him to be the first to speak, but the silence got too much for her. He was just standing there, arms crossed against his chest, staring down at her with his black, emotionless eyes boring holes in her soul. She was getting a bit aggravated, and soon stood to her feet.

"Okay, Monkey Boy! What's this all about?" He just merely looked at her, not moving an inch from where he stood.

She looked at him for a long time, wondering if he was ever going to say anything. The sun was just beginning to set, and the glare of it hit him, making a golden glow engulf his muscular body. He looked gorgeous, perfect in everyway. She looked up into his empty eyes, and she was entranced. He then spoke to her, but realization of what he said didn't dawn on her until he started to ascend into the air.

"Run, little one." He smirked at her wide eyes. "Run. Run as hard, and as fast as you can." The words he spoke she did not understand, however, the way he said it made her jump up as fast as she could. She started backing up, but her journey was short lived by a tree.

The bark was ruff against her soft back, but she paid no heed to it. She had a Saiya-jin Prince right in front of her, with a hungry look in his eyes. She then quickly stepped to the side, and ran as fast as she could. Vegeta just stood there, giving her a 5 minutes head start. He knew that the fragile human onna would never be a match for him, but he was going to make the best of it. He was going to make this somewhat of a challenge.

Vegeta chuckled at her sad attempts to get through the forest. She was tripping over just about everything that she came in contact with.

"Now the hunt begins." He said quietly to himself. He then flew up into the sky, and looked down upon the now dark forest.

"Here I come," His deep voice rang over the wildlife, and the animals shook with fear, as well did a certain blue haired onna. She was behind a large rock with her knees tucked up to her chest waiting out what was to come. She knew that it would be easy to find her, and she did her best to hide. The truth of the matter was she was a little scared, but yet something about this whole ordeal turned her on at the same time, and Vegeta could smell them both, which made him taunt her all the more.

"Come on, Onna. I know you're here somewhere. Just come out. Believe me, you won't regret it." He purred into the night sky. Bulma only shivered, and kept quiet.

"Oh, so you're not going to say anything, huh? Wow, that's the first. But no matter, when I find you I'll have you screaming." He said seductively. Bulma, although against her will, felt her self become enticed by this promise for the future, and secretly wished that he would find her soon; the pressure between her legs was becoming unbearable.

"Don't worry, I'm coming." Vegeta said, listening to her thoughts. Bulma gasped silently-- she had forgotten that he could hear her thoughts- but evidently did not gasp quiet enough. Vegeta's sharp Saiya-jin ears picked up on the small sound, and in a second he was hovering there above her with an evil smirk on his face. Bulma shrieked and jumped up, running through the dark woods once more. Vegeta only chuckled at his hardheaded onna, and slowly flew after her.

"You can't escape me, Onna, not that you'd want to. You're just being stubborn. Just come here, and I promise I'll give you a good time." But she wouldn't stop; instead she just kept on running. Bulma knew she would never out run him, but she was damned if she'd give up.

Vegeta was actually proud of her in some small way in a part of his mind, though. This was a test for all Saiya-jin onnas to see if they were worthy of the Saiya-jin man. Of course if they gave up, they were not. But if they kept going until the male caught the female, then and only then would they would be mated, and the bonding would be complete.

Vegeta soon grew tired of this child's play, and swooped down to picked up Bulma. She squealed, the loud sound ringing in the mighty prince's ears, but he only kept going as she screamed in his ear to put her down. He knew that she wanted him, as he wanted her, but she was too stubborn to give into her desires, and it was making him go crazy. He wanted her right then and there, but he had to wait for the right place to come along.

He flew a couple of feet through the forest until he came to a small clearing. Bulma was still screaming in his ear to put her down, beating on his chest, and kicking her feet.

"Vegeta! Put. Me. Down!" She demanded.

"As you wish." He said smugly, and dropped her on the ground.

She fell with a "thump" onto the ground. She scoffed at him then stood to wipe her butt off with her hands.

"Now my outfit is all dirty. And this is a silk robe, Mister!" She continued to wipe her rump, not knowing how Vegeta was taking this. Which, he was taking quite "hard" so to speak.

He groaned. "Onna, stop that." He begged. His man hood was throbbing, and he wanted-- no, needed her. Bulma just looked confusedly at him, and stopped.

"Um… Alright." But then the confusion quickly left, and anger once more took its place.

"Hey, buddy! You never did tell me why we're out here, and what's the deal in taking me all the way out here, and hunting me down like some wild animal? You have a lot of questions to answer!" Vegeta just stood there trying to cope with a new emotion that was burning deep within him self.

After a minute of him not answer, Bulma got tired of waiting, so she just turned around and started to leave. Vegeta however wasn't about to let this happen, and he grabbed her forearm and drew her close.

"What are you doing?" She demanded, but soon stopped when she felt something hard press against her stomach. She turned red in realization of what it was, but still just looked at him with wide eyes.

Vegeta smirked, and pulled her in closer. He burred his nose in her hair, and inhaled deep. `Mm… Vanilla,' He thought to him self. Bulma stiffened, not knowing what to do, or what he was doing for that fact. He was acting so strange. It wasn't like his usual heartless self. He was actually being sensual, and caring it seemed like.

"I've already bonded with you," He explained, "so right now, I'm just going to seal the deal." But Bulma was still confused. She was about to ask him what he meant, but Vegeta licking her ear cut her off.

"I know you want me." He purred into her ear. "And I know I want you too." He then grabbed her by her waste, and threw her down on the forest floor. She looked up at him in horror, knowing how much he is stronger then her and the damage that he could cause her.

"Don't worry little one," He said, taking off his shit to expose his perfect chest. "I won't hurt you…" He licked his lips, "Much." And with a chuckled he pounced on her. She gasped at this aggressive act, but yet felt incredibly turned on by it at the same time. The combination of fear and hormones where getting the best of her.

"Just relax," He coxed. He began to kiss her on the mouth, which took her by surprise. He was so gentle, so soft. His tongue ran across the bottom lip, and she opened her mouth for his probing tongue to enter.

She explored his mouth, as he did hers for what seemed like hours. Bulma ran her tongue over his teeth, and yelped in pain when she was cut on his canine tooth. Vegeta, knowing what had happened, tasted her blood and became infatuated by it. He began to lick her tongue, and drink all of the blood from the mouth, only making him crazier with passion, and the kiss more intense.

Bulma soon ran out of breath, but Vegeta, being a Saiya-jin, could have and would like to have went longer, but he didn't want to have a dead mate, so he let her go. Her breath was heavy, and her eyes were wide.

"Wow…" She whispered. Vegeta just chuckled at her, and nudged his head against her cheek. Bulma felt Vegeta's arousal against her stomach, and an idea hit her. She lifted her knee, and barely swept it over his groin. He titled his head back and moaned, and Bulma continued to give him sweet torture. This was beginning to become too much for the prince, and he soon made her stop.

"So, you want to play rough? I'll show you rough." He said, and burred his face into her neck and began kissing and sucking on it. She gasped in pleasure, and wrapped her legs around Vegeta's waste. He continued to kiss down her neck, until he got to her chest and looked at her perfect breasts. Her pink little nipples were coming up from the fabric, begging to be released and pleasured. Vegeta licked over the covered right nipple fast, barley touching it, making Bulma moan in ecstasy.

As the hours passed by all you could hear on the little island were the screams and moans of passion coming from the two people. The sun had been down for hours, and should awaken soon again from its nights sleep.

Vegeta gave one last thrust, and bit into her neck as Bulma came. Her pleasure greatly out weighed the pain of the bite, so she did not feel his teeth sinking into her flesh. He drank her thick blood once more, and then licked the wound clean. They then laid there on the forest ground; sweaty bodies entangled with one another, watching the sunrise; watching a new day come forth, and the start of their new lives together as one begin; as husband and wife till death do they part.

And they lived happily ever after…

Or did they?

Dun, dun, dun…!

Well, that's my story! Hope you liked it! No flames, please, but I will have your comments! It was longer then my first one, I know, but it's still not THAT long… *sniffles* I try, I really do! Well, thankies for reading it!

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