Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inhibited Passion ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1:

Bulma pushed the hair out of her face as she stepped into her apartment. "Home Sweet Home," she said as she entered. Despite the threat of a storm overhead everything was still the same as when it was when she left it. It was rather exquisite from what one could see at a glance. Much too grand for her taste, but her parents did tend to out do themselves from time-to-time. This being of no exception.

She smiled feeling the comfort of home. It was a gift from her parents for her achievements in school. It was more of bribe from her point of view. She knew that she should have seen it coming, but was too caught up in the glamour of it all. She was a freshman at the time. They had told her that they had to go out of town and would come to get her when they returned. They conveniently didn't come back until the day after school had started. She knew better than their piety excuses. They thought that she was becoming involved in their lives.

Her parents were out of her life most of the time. She was much unexpected. They weren't ready to become parents, but nonetheless couldn't do anything about it. They didn't want to create a scandal. So they did they next best thing: as soon as she became old enough they sent her to boarding school, of course saying that she would receive the best education there. She learned fast of her parent's true colors and saw what a burden she was to them. It was one thing when she was younger that nannies would take care of her, but she was going to be a sophomore it just wasn't heard of in their society. It was after she got the apartment that she learned not to depend on them for anything other than material.

After that, she kept to herself. She got the reputation as the Ice Bitch. Girls hated her. They all were the same: conniving greed bitches that only wanted her money. The guys no better than that wanting to get into her pants. She had to admit that she could be considered attractive, but she didn't take pride in that knowledge. She worked hard for the grades she received. She wanted to prove that there was more to her than her body and wealth.

She went throughout the apartment to see what she needed to go and re-stock on. This was a yearly thing that she had acquired over the years. She found herself becoming lazy if she didn't do it right away. She had forgotten how spacious it was.

There were two rooms; her room, which had a balcony, and as they called it a 'study room'. Study room wasn't the right term for it. It was almost as big as the master bedroom, if not bigger. She had made adjustments to it and added a walk-in-closet to make it to another bedroom. It was perfect by hers standards. Both rooms had their own baths which has various shades of blue in the color schemes. Then there was a living room and kitchen.

After taking note of what she needed she changed quickly and grabbed her purse and ran out of the apartment. She wanted to get to and from the store before the storm caught her.

Vegeta walked into his new home. As soon as he read the letter, he packed his suitcase and hopped onto the next flight to St. Catherine. It was getting restless at home, more than enough reason to come here. He wanted to get a feel for the campus before the other teachers came.

He looked around and saw that there were 2 bedrooms and bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a dining room, and also a study. The house came already furnished so he only needed to worry about the accessories or whatnot that he used on a day-to-day basis. He chose which bedroom he would like the most and decided he would use the other room as a guest room.

He looked for his keys to his car. He had it sent out here as soon as he made the flight reservation, having the influence that he did helped. He was mentally laughing to himself as he walked to the car. The thought of him having guests, but he would soon be proven wrong…

Author's Note:

How did you like it? I hope it wasn't too much. I wanted you to get a feel of what there are both like before I have them actually met. I hope you like it. Till Next Time: (Midnight Passion)