Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ If It Kills Me ❯ The Female Species. Such an Enigma! ( Chapter 2 )

The female species. Such an enigma!

A/N: I don't know about you guys, but I just can't wait until we get to the juicy stuff! It is so tough to have to start out a story and make it seem realistic, when all you really want is for Vegeta and Bulma to jump all over each other like rabbits! I mean…. I really enjoy plotlines and stories too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball/Z/GT. Not that I would ever want to own GT. What a waste.

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It had been a month since Vegeta had been turned down by every one of the Z fighters when he challenged them to sparring matches. Pathetic humans, Its perfectly fine with me if they want to get their asses handed to them when the Androids come.. Vegeta had been sparring by himself for the last month, and that was perfectly fine with him. He hadn't had much contact with anyone except for Bulma, and that had only been when he demanded food, or needed something fixed in the GR. Most of that was incomprehensible screaming anyway.

As he began the steps to a graceful kata he had learned from his father, something flickered in his peripheral vision. It was the blue-haired wench, coming outside to bath in the sun. He kept moving in the kata, and wasn't complaining about the view. As long as the harpy kept her mouth shut, he was completely content with taking in the view. Bulma was wearing a bikini nearly the same shade blue as her eyes, and she had on huge bug-eyed sunglasses. Lying on a towel, she adjusted her sunglasses, and cracked open a chemistry book that she had brought outside with her. Unbeknownst to Vegeta, Bulma was watching him move just as he was inconspicuously watching her.

His muscles rippled across his shoulders as he began to speed up the pace of the kata, and did several graceful flying windmill kicks before landing on the balls of his feet. Bulma wondered at how he managed to have such control over his body, and then mentally scoffed from the immediate answer she knew. He had been trained to be in control all the time, and it showed. It showed in the way he moved, the way he spoke (or didn't speak) and the way he reacted to things around him. At the moment, it seemed as if Vegeta could care less if Bulma was lying naked on her towel, or if she had been killed by Frieza, the Prince of Saiyans wouldn't have taken notice.

Bulma looked down at her chemistry book, with post-it notes trickling down the page she had opened to. It was talking about genetic chemistry, and how to create new DNA by replacing part of one DNA strand with the DNA of something else. She wondered if parts of Human DNA could be replaced with Saiyan DNA, then there would be armies all over Earth that could utilize Ki. This wasn't the reason she wanted to create a horizontal gene transfer between species, but if she did achieve it, that would be a fiscal benefit. She wanted to see if she could change part of her DNA to allow her to use Ki as the other Z fighters did. Perhaps, if she was even more successful with it, she could become a Super Saiyan like Goku.

Bulma wanted to be more useful. It seemed like her plans with Yamcha and creating a family, was just not in the picture with him. Perhaps after the androids came, Yamcha would be more willing to settle down with Bulma. However, at this point in time, that's not what Bulma wanted. She wanted to be useful, and feel as if she was worth something, she didn't want to just sit around and fiddle with inventions that would potentially be useless against the androids.

“Hey, Babe,” Speak of the devil… Bulma looked up to see Yamcha's smiling face as he sat down beside her. “Whatcha checkin' out?” The desert boy leaned over her shoulder to look into the book and a puzzled expression appeared on his face as his eyes scanned over the equations and formulas. Bulma laughed and closed the book, setting it off to the side.

“I'm just looking up some ideas to combat the Androids; maybe I can make an even better robot than Dr. Gero,” She smiled as Yamcha held her hand. “Bulma, I know that if you put your mind to something, you can achieve anything you want to,” He responded softly, nudging her with his nose. Lately he'd been more affectionate since Yamcha straight up told her that he didn't want to start a family… yet. They sat under the tree for a while, just enjoying each other's company, Bulma no longer paying attention to the Prince of all Saiyans.

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Later that night, after Yamcha had left, Bulma began to unwind from the day. She and Yamcha had gotten along wonderfully that day, and she had been amazed at it. From the moment he had arrived, to the moment he left, Yamcha had been the perfect boyfriend. She smiled as she entered her bedroom, and waltzed into her bathroom to start her shower. Vegeta had been much quieter today than usual, not that he talks all that much anyway… Bulma chuckled as the steam rose from behind the shower curtain, and she stepped in slowly. She started to think on the dilemma of her Saiyan DNA recombinant idea, realizing she would need to inject herself with several doses in order to get the desired effect.

Once she was fully clean, she stepped out of the shower and dried off, slipping into a white silk gown, with short, ruffled sleeves. It made her feel ethereal, with the gown just barely grazing the floor as she walked out to her balcony, breathing in the night air. Leaning on the rail, she could see below her that Vegeta still hadn't finished his training for the day. Still. Does that man ever stop training? Has he even used his bed? The idea piqued Bulma's curiosity and she slinked away from her balcony, and into the hallway. His bedroom was right next to hers, which was never a good thing, until now. She slowly opened the door, and slid through the doorway when it was wide enough just for her, and closed it as silently as possible. Turning around, she came face to face with a chiseled chest, and folded arms.

“May I ask, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!” His gruff voice made Bulma's spine stand up straight, but Bulma Briefs would not be bullied in her own home. She folded her arms, to mimic Vegeta, “It's my house, and I can go where I please. Besides, it wasn't like I was going to steal your smelly-ass training uniforms,” A delicate blue brow raised in defiance to the Saiyan Prince standing before her.

“And you, woman, have forgotten that I can kill you within a second, and you have yet to answer my question,” His voice had gone from slightly ominous to growling, but the Blue-haired Beauty was just as stubborn as him, and boldly stepped toward him. “You wouldn't hurt even if you wanted to, not as long as Goku can kick your ass,” She unfolded her arms, and placed them on her hips. The Saiyan Prince's eyes narrowed and pushed her against his door.

“I think you underestimate how much I hate you, woman,” He was only an inch from her face, their eyes connected. She gulped, his hands were gripping her arms gently, but she knew that never in a million years would she be able to get away from Vegeta. She cleared her throat and spoke softly, “I just wanted to see something in your room,” She noted that his hands were incredibly soft and warm, even though he trained endlessly. She managed to stand on her tip toes to look over his shoulder, putting her face even closer to his. She wasn't worried so much about the closeness of Vegeta, but more so the fact that his bed was impeccable, it was made exactly how the maid had put it together.

Vegeta released her and followed her line of vision, though he stayed silent. Bulma glanced over at him with a slightly quizzical look. “Vegeta, do you sleep?” Her mind had turned from survival to concern for the man who stood before her. She stepped towards him, and he stepped back. This continued until he was by the doors of his balcony, which was closed. How fast had he been to hear her open his doors, and been inside the room? “You know, not sleeping is incredibly bad for your health,” Vegeta snorted in derision at her assumption.

“Maybe for puny human females, such as yourself. However, it is a way of life for saiyans, we can go for months without sleep,” Bulma furrowed her brow, and then looked over at his bed, “So, are you going to ever sleep?”

“Damn woman, you ask too many questions,” Vegeta opened the door behind him and slid through the door as Bulma had done in the hallway. He was gone faster than Bulma blinked, and he was back to training. What was that about? Some men are just plain crazy…

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Vegeta landed softly on the lawn, behind Capsule Corp. Why does the woman give a flying fuck about me? I have given her every inclination towards the opposite… The woman was an enigma. She didn't really care about much, but it was a mystery about what she did care about. He had been entirely sure that all the woman cared about were her experiments and her pathetic human mate. Shaking his head, he tried to rid himself of her scent. She smelled like lavender and vanilla, as if she was bathed in it, but Vegeta knew that even if she didn't shower, that's how she would smell at all times.

He was going to need to distract himself for a few more hours until she went to sleep, he had too many things to think about. Too many ideas on what he could do to the woman that he tried so hard to keep away from him.

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Bulma looked around his room, noting that there was nothing on the walls. In fact, there was nothing added to the room since Vegeta had started inhabiting it. It was as if this was just a passing moment in his life, as if he didn't expect to be here long. She shook her head as she walked out of the room, and wandered back into hers. What is so wrong about Earth to Vegeta? Why doesn't he want to make a home somewhere? Why do I care?? She rubbed her temples lightly, pushing the thoughts to the wayside. She laid down in bed, moving onto her side. She began to drift off to sleep, thinking about recombinant DNA and how she could help the lonely Vegeta, even though she didn't know why she wanted to help in the first place.

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Waking up from the sunlight pouring over her skin in a tingling heat, Bulma faintly heard the knocking of a door in the distance. However, the heat lulled her into a doze, and she turned back over to catch a few more minutes of sleep. She couldn't think of anything that was terribly important today, anyway…

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There was an insistent knocking at the front door, as Vegeta sat in the kitchen, being waited on by Bunny Briefs, who was serving him breakfast. Finally, on the 15th or 16th knock, the door was answered by the maid, Vegeta could tell by the light footsteps that led up to the door. He also knew who was at the door the second it had been opened. It was the woman's pathetic mate, apparently unexpected because Bulma had yet to wake up herself. “Hello there, is Bulma awake?”

“Not yet,” The maid had responded, and Vegeta turned back to his breakfast, continually shoveling in food. He had to eat nearly twice as much as he normally did in order to keep up not sleeping at night. Vegeta's ear did perk up at some murmurs at the doorway, his nose flaring slightly. The maid hadn't yet left the entryway, and neither had Yamcha, but both were conversing in low voices to each other.

“Hey there,” Yamcha was speaking softly to the maid, who seemed to be at least 5 years younger than Bulma. She was wearing a normal Capsule Corp. uniform, but Yamcha could tell she had a sweet body underneath. She took notice of his glancing and she whispered, “See something you like?” Yamcha chuckled in response.

Vegeta didn't want to focus anymore on the conversation taking place, but it did make him respect the woman's mate even less than before. Pushing thoughts from his mind, he decided he would confront the weakling about his disrespectful behavior later.

Wait…. Do I care?

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A/N: Yay! So… the plot is continuing down a predictable path. Sort of. When this fanfic is finished, I am going to definitely do a B/V A/U, one that will be rather original, if I do say so myself. I haven't completely figured it out, but I'm starting the outline of it soon. I am planning on starting the next chapter of this right now, I just wanted to leave you all with a kinda cliffhanger.

Happy Mother's day everyone! You should read and review! That would be extremely helpful.