Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ If It Kills Me ❯ Three Years from Now ( Chapter 1 )

Three Years from Now

Author's Note: Okay, so I already know how I am doing this story, which makes it easier, but I am trying to write the whole chapter in a day, and then add details where I see I want to add them, throughout the week. This story is kinda my priority. I mean, I am editor of this other story, but dude… really I just am the Grammar/Spelling nazi. Which, most people could just use spell check to get rid of my job. Whatever, chapter 1 is more of me, less of the anime story? Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Dude, I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT. If I did, there would be more naked Vegeta. CAN I GET AN AMEN!?

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She woke up to the newly -risen sun shining gently onto her bed and across her shoulders. Bulma stretched in her bed, smiling as she sat up, but the smile fell just as quickly. It had been three months since a strange young man with lavender hair had arrived to their planet, strangely just as soon as Goku had shown up, and turned their world upside down. He said there would be androids in three years coming to destroy their world. Oh, and that annoying saiyan, Vegeta, had come back.

So in the past three months, she had worked on two things: making robots that could fight, and her relationship with Yamcha. The impending doom was nothing like before, when Vegeta and his lackeys had arrived. This time it had a woken something inside her; a biological clock, if anything. She had been sweeter and kinder to Yamcha than she ever had been before, encouraging him to settle down with her. It was as if another person has taken over her life, and it was dependent upon starting a family. Yamcha didn't realize with all the hints she had been dropping, he was seemingly oblivious to the whole thing.

Getting out of bed, Bulma went to her closet and began picking out the nicest outfit she could wear for her lunch date with Yamcha today. She picked out a beautiful blue sundress with black espadrilles, and went into the shower. She thanked Kami that the water was still warm, and the stupid monkey in the room next to her hadn't hogged all the hot water that morning. She would swear that he got up at the ass -crack of dawn to take all the hot water from the shower, just to aggravate her. Then again, everything that he did aggravated her.

Fully dressed, she had pulled her long aqua hair into a half-bun and put on light make-up. Bulma was determined to put in more hours today than before fixing up those robots and preparing them. She had fitted them with ki-emitters in the last month, which pleasantly surprised Vegeta the first time she had used them on him. Ever since then, Vegeta had “tested” out her robots for her, and sent them back every night in shambles. She had been trying to figure out a way for the robots to be able to absorb another's ki and repel it at them, but that wasn't the biggest problem. Her robots weren't nearly as fast as Vegeta, nor were they as hardy.

Walking into the kitchen, her eyes fell upon the Saiyan Prince smirking at her as she entered the room, and her mom was catering breakfast to him. She decided she would try to be cordial to him this morning, she wasn't looking for a fight on this beautiful day. “Good Morning, Vegeta,” Bulma greeted him with a neutral tone in her voice.

“There is nothing good about this morning on this mud ball,” Vegeta spoke, then began to shovel food into his mouth, an indication that he was too busy to talk to her, and she simply sat down across from him at the table, and began eating as well. As she ate, Bulma couldn't help but watch Vegeta eat. It was with a vicious grace, almost as if he hadn't eaten for days but not a crumb was out of place, none on his lap, none on the table. That was a true indication of royalty, and Bulma was drawn to the fact he could eat that fast and waste no food.

“See something you like, woman?” Bulma's eyes snapped away from his countenance, he apparently had stopped eating and was looking back at her for a while. He looked as if he was going to say something else, but Bulma had finished her second pancake, and stood up quickly, beginning to walk away without addressing anything further. She had places to be and things to do. Vegeta simply grunted and continued eating his food. Humans are fucking crazy… He thought to himself. The women aren't bad to look at, but they seem insane at times. His thoughts were referring to the woman who had just left the table, her sundress hugging her curves as she walked away.

Entering the lab, Bulma put on a lab coat and smiled at her co-workers and assistants. The fact that Vegeta had not retorted was a good sign for today. She sat down at her desk and stared at her newest invention idea, integrating a ki repellent into the metal of the robots. It was simply finding a metal she could combine with a small trace of ki-alloy. If she could just figure out the compound that would allow her to make ki into stable state… Perhaps Vegeta would know? Oh fuck that, he doesn't talk to you unless he wants to belittle you and hurt your feelings. Bulma sighed, and began to work it out in her head.

It was nearly lunch time by the time Bulma had gotten any work done. Already, there were robots that looked like scrap metal sitting outside her lab. Some were mangled beyond repair and those heated her blood, she slaved on those! It wasn't as if she made them for Vegeta to get stronger, she made them so that perhaps one day she could have a robot that would match the Androids! She took off her lab coat and started on her way to her lunch date.

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Yamcha sat in his seat rather uncomfortably, but tried to look as if nothing was really bothering him. Waiting for Bulma always un-nerved him, he was always wondering how much babies were on her brain that day. Wouldn't it just be better to end this? Yamcha shook his head, sighing heavily. He loved Bulma, but not in the way he had before. They were pretty much each other's best friends, but in the last few months, since knowing that in three years their lives could be destroyed, Yamcha had fallen out of love with Bulma. He felt heavy in his heart everytime he thought about breaking it off with her, he knew that she genuinely still loved him, and the news of the Androids had completely changed her.

This had created a rift in between Yamcha and Bulma, and it urged Yamcha to get out of the relationship if he could. However, he just felt like this was what he should do, even if it didn't make him entirely happy. Yamcha wanted to be single and continue with his baseball career, and be surrounded by people who admired him for being great at something. He wasn't great at fighting, and he lacked the drive and motivation to be better. He liked training, but the desert bandit felt as if he wasn't going to stand a chance against the Androids, and he was right. If the young Super Saiyan couldn't take on the Androids in his timeline, Yamcha certainly couldn't take one on here.

Bulma walked through the doors of the restaurant, and Yamcha stood, smiling at her. She looked radiant with her sundress and flawless skin. She still looked in her early 20s even though she was 31 years old, it was the good genes in her family. Yamcha swallowed his pride and pulled her chair out for her as she walked over and gave him a hug. “Hello Honey!” She spoke cheerfully.

“Hey Bulma, how was work?” He started off casually, but Bulma waved her hand in the air. “There wasn't really a breakthrough today, nothing important anyway..” She leaned towards him from across the table, and reached for his hand, “I was thinking that I could take the rest of the day off, and we could spend some alone time together,” A delicate blue eyebrow rose suggestively. Yamcha took another silent gulp and smiled back, visions of babies dancing in his head. “I actually have practice right after lunch, babe. Sorry,” He didn't sound as apologetic as intended, and Bulma huffed indignantly. Though she didn't say anything to him at the time, she must have had a rather uneventful morning if she wasn't feeling as feisty as she did when encountering Vegeta.

The rest of lunch went pretty much the same, Bulma suggesting something sexual, with Yamcha evading it the best he could. Bulma had had nearly enough, and after finishing her lunch, she stood straight up from her chair, and spoke to Yamcha quietly. “Well, if you don't want me, I guess I'll just have to go find someone who does want me!” Her quiet screech was pointed directly at him, enhanced with a glare, and then she left with a swift turn and walk out of the restaurant.

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The Laboratory was relatively empty when Bulma got there, everyone still on lunch break. She sat down in her office, staring into space. Tears silently slid down her pale face, ruining the little make she had put on. She put her palms over her eyes and tried to calm herself, but only started to cry more deeply. Am I so unwanted that even my own boyfriend doesn't want to be around me? Am I that horrible? All of my friends are off training, and I can't even put a bot together that can hit Vegeta! I have to prove to them that Bulma Briefs is useful!

She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her lab coat, and stood up. She closed the door to her office, and began work on her latest idea for her bots. There was much to be done in order for it to be completely functional in the morning.

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Vegeta narrowed his eyes as Bulma walked into the GR before he started his warm-up. Behind her, followed a few bots on wheels, they were shinier than normal. He also noticed the small circles that the Earth woman had under her eyes; she must have been working on those all night. Good! Maybe she understands how serious this situation is.. Vegeta stood before her, scowl in place and arms folded. Bulma looked around at the GR, and then back at Vegeta. “Vegeta, have you been the only one using the GR? It hasn't been as loud in here as normal,” Vegeta scoffed at the woman's question.

“Your weakling friends have decided to let me have full use of the GR. I have periodically beaten the shit out of each of them to the point that none of them want to spar with me anymore. Good riddance, Earthlings are incredibly annoying creatures,” His voice was harsh, and void of any loss or sorrow at the fact that he was truly alone on Planet Earth. Bulma shook her head, “Vegeta, I am not surprised that such an insufferable person such as yourself drove everyone else away,”

“Watch your tounge, Woman! If you don't, I'll have you whimpering whilst you fix the GR,” The Prince of Saiyans growled. Bulma rolled her eyes and then walked behind her bots, “These are your new toys, please try to be a grown-up and don't break them as soon as you decide you're bored. Besides, they're your only companions from now on,” Bulma's words held a bite to them as she spoke.

“Have fun with them, Monkey Boy,” Her voice carried as she walked out of the GR. The Saiyan Prince yelled back at her, “Bitch, Please!” It had been one of the few slang phrases the Prince found amusing to the point that he used it frequently in conversation.

Bulma just shrugged as she stood outside the GR, watching Vegeta as he began to warm up starting with 20Gs in the Gr. Her aquamarine irises followed him slowly, as he did his katas, and she noted how graceful they looked, even though he was a murderous bastard. He then began his quick regiment of sit-ups and push-ups when the GR increased the gravity to 50Gs. He did 3 sets of 100 for each before beginning his sparring with the bots. Bulma's eyes had shut momentarily, her sleep deprivation getting the best of her as she leaned against a tree outside the GR. Just a few moments of rest and I'll be back to normal… Those were her last thoughts as she drifted into sleep underneath the shade of the tree.

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Vegeta had just begun to spar with the robots as the GR went up to 100Gs, dodging their ki attacks easily, and he usually just let them try to hit him as he flew, increasing his flexibility and speed. Sometimes they would accidently hit each other with ki attacks, and the puny balls of energy they let fly would be enough to destroy another bot. However, this time when it happened, Vegeta was slightly confused as it bounced off the robot and towards him. What in the…

Vegeta didn't have time to finish his sentence before the ki ball hit him full in the chest, and he shot back into the wall of the GR. He smirked, so the woman figured out how to make the robots repel ki attacks, which should make this much more interesting…

It was much more interesting to Vegeta, though he still managed to destroy all the bots within a few hours; he had worked up much more of a sweat. He finished off the last robot by punching a hole through his main circuitry unit in its abdomen, and standing up. Vegeta was sweating profusely and walked over to the GR's control panel, much sorer than usual, and turned off the gravity.

He put a towel over his shoulders, soaking up the sweat falling down his neck, and began walking out of the GR. He stopped as he noticed the woman had fallen asleep beneath a tree nearby, and she was perspiring lightly. “Idiot woman,” Vegeta cursed quietly.

What are you trying to do? Roast outside in the Sun and get heat stroke? It's too bad that I need you to help me get stronger.. Vegeta thought to himself as he picked the Earthling up and flew her to her room. She subconsciously snuggled closer to him as he picked her up and he smelled her scent. This was the closest he'd been to her, and she smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, and odd combination. It was nearly intoxicating to Vegeta, and he shook his head as he landed on her balcony.

Walking into her bedroom, he looked around and snorted at all the princess things that were situated in her room. Princess pillows, Princess tiaras, pictures of her dress up as a princess from when she was younger, it all disgusted him. This Earthling has no idea what a real Princess is like. This is disgusting! Vegeta saw a strand of nothing but hot pink feathers wrapped around a lamp near her desk and it nearly made him puke. He pulled her covers down smoothly, and tried to not drop her on the bed, wanting to leave the room as quickly as possible, before his thoughts were haunted, surrounded by so much pink.

Bulma hadn't woken up the entire time he had held her in his arms, and he pulled the covers over her, and shot out of the room like an arrow, magically closing the balcony doors silently, preventing a draft from waking her.

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Ending Note: Okay! So some graphic language in this chapter! I have also finished this really really early! I've been setting aside two hours a night for typing, but tonight I didn't even need a full 2 hours! I know this kinda seems child-like with their behaviors right now, but remember, they just started conversing, and haven't really gotten on each other's nerves yet. They are fighting, but not as much as they will be next chapter! Next time will be a month from where this chapter ends!