Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Feel So... ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

I feel so…

Well, so many people wanted me to write another story, so I am because I'm bored. I just got an idea for this fic and wanted to write it. This is from Boxcar racer in case some of you did not know. I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer- No, I don't own DBZ. It is that simple.

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"Err, DAMN CATS! GO HOME AND BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE!" yelled Vegeta out of his window. He laid back down placing his hands behind his head and sighed. Cold air ran through the room as Vegeta grew very impatient. He had been waiting for Bulma to finish repairs on his machine and HAD to wait in his room for her to finish.

`That damn woman has been working on my machine for hours now. I want her to finish so I can train again.' Vegeta said to himself. He snickered and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes to relax, when an annoying voice came over his thoughts. His eyes opened up and saw Bulma standing over him with her hands on her hips and a scowl look on her face. Vegeta sat up and grunted.

"I take it that you are finished huh woman?" He asked. Vegeta grunted and shook her head yes. Vegeta walked past her as she stood in the middle of the room she turned just as he was leaving and turned to follow him. She stopped in the hallway and called his name.

"Vegeta! Don't you have something to say to me?" She asked. Vegeta stopped and turned towards her.

"No, why?" Bulma grew frustrated and stormed off to her room, slamming the door and locking it behind her. Vegeta smirked at his success and continued his way down stairs. He passed Mrs. Briefs who was cleaning the kitchen after breakfast. Vegeta opened the door to step outside when he was interrupted by her hand on his back. He turned to her smiling face, which made him sick.

"Vegeta dear. I think you should say thank you to Bulma. She's been working hard and,"

"I don't need to give my thanks to a weakling human. I don't care if she fixes my machine. She does not deserve a thanks from the price of all saiyans." Vegeta said shrugging her arm off of his shoulder and walking outside. Mrs. Briefs stood in the doorway and held her hand to her chest.

"Wow. He needs some more people skills." She said, trotting back to the kitchen to finish her cleaning.

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"Damn that Vegeta. He's such an inconsiderate bastard. I wish he would just die and rot in hell."

Bulma said with her fists in a ball. She walked to her closet and shuffled through the cloths that were hung up on the hangers. She placed a few possible outfits on her bed and searched for more clothing items and shoes. She smiled as she pulled out a black tank top and white shorts with white tenee's . She placed them on the floor next to her and looked to her bed to see all of the clothing still sitting namelessly on her sheets. She sighed as she went to pick them up and put them away.

"Why does Vegeta have to order everyone around? Sure he's a prince but he still does not have to treat everyone like fucking shit. God I wish he were dead." She said placing on hanger after hanger onto the rack. As soon as she finished, she walked into her bathroom to change and apply her make-up.

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"Man. Those two are getting worse every day. I can't take it anymore."

Dr. Briefs said as soon as Vegeta walked outside of the house. He had been watching from his lab window to see Vegeta walk up and punch a tree and say something to him self. Dr. Briefs sighed and turned to his lab table and looked at his creations. He grew frustrated with the Bulma and Vegeta conflict going on that he pushed away all of the metal scraps and tools onto the floor. He pulled out some fresh new metal after finding out what he did to work on his latest creation, the punishment chamber.

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Bulma's hair glistened from the water in the shower. Her hair reached her shoulders and stuck to her neck as she walked out of the shower doors and grabbed a towel from the hanger next to her. She wrapped it around her and walked to the fogged up mirror and wiped away the water with her hand. She grabbed her hairbrush and began to brush her hair, placing her hand underneath it making sure all of the knots came out. She turned on her dryer as soon as she was done and flipped her hair back to dry it. The hairbrush brushed as the heat hit Bulma's neck making her sweat. Once done, she flipped her hair back and brushed out the fuzz. She gazed at herself and stared at her reflection. She sighed as she grabbed her black tank top and slipped it over her head and fixing it so it would fit around her gentle curves. She grabbed her white shorts and slipped them on and buttoning them up so the were snug against her bottom. She grabbed her eyeliner and began applying it as thoughts began running through her head.

`Why did I feel so sorry for Vegeta back on Namek? Why did I invite him to my house? It was like inviting a mass murderer into my house to kill me, or something. I don't understand the things that I do sometimes.' She put down her eyeliner and gazed at herself again, smiling this time. She trotted out of the bathroom and into her room and sorted through her sock drawer for socks to wear. She heard a honk outside and strolled to her window to see Yamcha in a red convertible pull up and wave for her to come down. She smiled and walked to her bed, grabbing her shoes and placing them on her newly socked feet and walking out of the room.

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"Bulma dear. Where are you going?" Mrs. Briefs asked washing a plate in the sink. Bulma gazed over to her and smiled.

"Yamcha's here to take me to his parents house. (In my story he has parents) Is that okay?" Mrs.Briefs smiled.

"Sure honey. Just tell Vegeta that his lunch is ready for him." Bulma shrugged of the idea of talking to Vegeta, but did as her mother pleased and walked out of the house. Yamcha was in a black leather jacket with jean pants on waiting for Bulma's arrival. Bulma smiled and turned to see Vegeta sitting underneath a tree panting. She sighed and turned to Yamcha and mouthed `Hold on' to him. He nodded as she walked off in the direction of Vegeta.

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"What is it woman. I don't want to stare at you all day. I need to train." Vegeta snarled at Bulma who stood over him with her hands on her hips.

"Vegeta, you can take at least one minute to listen to what I have to say."

"What ever." Vegeta said, placing his head in his hands and stared up at her. Bulma sighed.

"Your lunch is ready. I don't have time to deal with this." Bulma said walking away.

"Why? Is it because you and that baka human have "Plans" today? I thought you hated him." Bulma stopped and turned to him with her hands clutched into fists.

"Vegeta, you better keep your big ass mouth shut before I rip it off making you permanently mute. I know that I dislike Yamcha. That does not mean that I can't hang out with him." Bulma concluded and stormed off.

"Sheesh. Someone's PMSing today." Vegeta said, catching her attention again.

"Vegeta, consider yourself warned because now I'm running late you fucker." She stormed off and jumped into Yamcha's car as drove off. Vegeta made a `Humph noise getting up from his spot and dusted off the grass from his pants.

"Baka woman." He said walking into the house and closing the door behind him.

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Dr. Briefs watched the scene from inside of his lab. He shook his head in shame as he went back to work on the parts for his Punishment Chamber.

"Those two need to work out their problems. As soon as I'm done working on the machine, I'll put them inside and see what happens." He said toying with a fuse in the box that sat on the counter. He set down his tools and walked inside to find Vegeta sitting at the table with a fork in his hand and three empty plates in front of him. He shook his head in disgust and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a bottled water and turned to look at Vegeta. Vegeta looked determined to kill something.

"What's wrong with you Vegeta?" Dr. Briefs asked. He turned to scowl at him and answered.

"Well old man. Your wife of taking a long time to cook more food for me. Tell her that she's growing lazy and she does not deserve to cook for a prince." He said. Mrs. Briefs turned to him and balled her hands into fists.

"Well Vegeta. If you think I'm lazy I bet you would like to cook your food yourself."

"HA! You kidding? A Prince does not cook."

"Well. I bet you would love for Bulma to cook for you. She's faster than I am."

"Why would I want her to cook for me? She's just as lazy." Mrs. Briefs threw a fit and walked out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Dr. Briefs sighed.

"You had to get her started didn't you?" Vegeta stared at him.

"Everything I said was true." Vegeta said getting up from his spot at the table and started to leave. Dr. Briefs shook his head in disappointment.

"I can't wait until I finish that room." He said, walking back to his lab and locking the door behind him.

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Well chappy 1 is finished. Is it good?? I really don't know yet. I will do another chappy if I get at least 10 reviews.