Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Just Like Heaven ❯ Reflections ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter Three: Reflections

Bulma had Vegeta's Gravity Machine up and running before lunch. Her father had several spare rooms encapsulated for emergencies. Vegeta had disappeared soon after their "conversation" and she and a couple of Capsule Corp employees were able to clean up the mess and set the new machine up without his interference.

Bulma showered and grabbed a quick lunch before heading down to her lab. As she crunched through her salad she heard the familiar hum of the GR and decided to take her lunch with her. She was eager to get started on the training robots. She hoped to get a few of them repaired before Vegeta finished with his warm-ups.

"We wouldn't want his Royal Highness to expend any un-necessary energy on another temper-tantrum, now would we?" she asked the least damaged machine. She laughed aloud to herself and settled down to work.

Vegeta finished his first series of shadowboxing routine and stopped to catch his breath. He was secretly impressed with how quickly the Earth woman had his new GR up and running, but he'd die before thanking her. He was angry at her probing questions into his sex life and even more disturbed the whole incident had aroused him.

The smell of sex had been invading his thoughts all day and he trained harder to push any thought of her out of his mind. He was just about to begin some one-armed push-ups when a knock sounded on the door. He was inclined to ignore the sound when he heard the woman's voice. "Vegeta, I fixed two of your robots. I'll leave them out-side the door."

Vegeta smiled but said nothing in return. "Well, you're welcome!" her heard her screech as she stomped noisily away. He stepped over to the small portal window and watched her storm towards the main house. He was surprised to see her turn and flip off the GR before slamming the door behind her.

He enjoyed her fiery temper, especially when it was directed at him. No one else on this stupid planet had the balls to stand up to him, besides Kakarott. But the Third Class was a Saiyan and much stronger than him, so it made sense that Kakarott would not fear him.

The Earth woman was another matter; she openly defied him and was quick to give him a verbal lashing. He could threaten to destroy her and her planet, but nothing could make her back down from a fight. This morning had been an exception; the remark about her sexual activities had caused her to flee in horror. The look on her face had been priceless and he would be quick to remind her of it the next time she got on his nerves.

He opened the door to the GR to fetch the robots and was assaulted be the lingering scent of flowers.

"Blasted woman and her blasted perfumes," he snarled as he gathered the robots marched back inside.

He quickly set the training devices into place and set the gravity of the room on 400. He needed to train and train hard. He was aroused by this new smell too and he needed to pound that thought out of his body. There was no time to moon over any female. He had to achieve the Legend.

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Bulma's hands worked on the robots but her mind was a million miles away. She had repaired the damned machines so often; she could probably fix them in her sleep.

Her mind was on Vegeta and thoughts of his wondrous sex drive. He had admitted to masturbating several times a day and that fueled daydreams of the Prince ravishing her body repeatedly through a lust filled night.

She shuddered involuntarily at the image and sighed. It wasn't likely that would ever happen. Vegeta saw her as nothing more than a servant whose only use was to provide training materials to help him achieve his goal of becoming a Super Saiyan.

She sighed again as she finished one robot and set upon working on another. She knew why she was attracted to Vegeta. He was a fictional character come directly to life from the pages of the many romance novels she'd been reading her whole life. Tall, dark and handsome, well OK, maybe not so tall, but with enough pride and honor to suit a King.

She had dreamt of him, even before he had returned to Earth and she was well aware of electric energy produced whenever they were in close proximity of each other. Of course, he never acknowledged this and he never would. His goal was to defeat the androids and then Goku, not to settle down and live happily ever after with her.

This made her sad. It was infinitely depressing to be the victim of an unrequited love, but she made the best of things and thought if she could ever prove herself adequately, maybe her would see her in a different light.

Bulma had always been boy crazy. She had been reading books about true love ever since she could remember. She had gone off in search of the Dragon Balls to find "the perfect boyfriend". That search had brought her to Goku and Yamcha.

Goku had been a mere child when she met him, but over the course of the years had matured into an incredible man. He had grown up powerful and gorgeous. She had always loved him like a little brother, but had to admit her feelings had changed dramatically when he reached adulthood. He had become the perfect man and she would have pounced on the thought of dating him, if he hadn't married Chi-Chi. He was now happily married with a beautiful son and she could only marvel in his wonderful life.

No, things would never have worked out with Goku, his destiny was with his family. He was her hero, more now like a big brother and she loved him as such.

And then there was Yamcha, her desert bandit. He had been such a rogue when they first met and he had stolen her heart. She had once thought they were fated to be together, forever, but Yamcha had changed after leaving the desert.

He had become soft while living in the luxury of Capsule Corp and he had lost his terror of women. Although it had been hard during the years they had dated, she could now understand why Yamcha had needed to "see" other women. He was hands down, one of the most handsome men on Earth, and he had been denied all of the bonuses that came along with such masculine beauty. He had grown up alone living hand-to-mouth, with only a little flying cat to love.

As a love- sick teenager she had refused to understand his need to live a "normal" life. She had been controlling and jealous, making them both very unhappy. Their on-again-off-again relationship had spanned over ten years, which they both amicably ended long before the boy from the future arrived.

Even then, Yamcha had shown signs that he had changed. He had faltered at the thought of fighting Frieza, admitting that he didn't want to die again. And she didn't blame him. He was living a charmed life, having returned to his super-star baseball career. He loved excelling at the sport and really loved his throng of adoring female fans.

Her mind then wandered to the mysterious boy who had defeated both Frieza and his father, without breaking a sweat. He had claimed to be a Super Saiyan and although Vegeta had called him a liar, Goku had believed in him. She wondered about her feelings for the young man. Bulma normally would have lusted after such a strong and handsome man, but she was shocked to find herself caring for him in a more maternal manner. She supposed it was because he was so young and the story of his bleak future so sad, that made her feel this way. But at some point in time she had decided if she were ever to have a son, she would like him to be like the mystery boy, strong, handsome, brave and kind. A lot like herself or so she thought.

She guessed it really didn't matter who she would meet now, because she knew no one would cause butterflies in her stomach like Vegeta did whenever he crossed her path.

Yes, it all came back to Vegeta. He had captured her heart the day he had returned from his fruitless search for Goku. Not only had she been able to observe him in all his naked glory, he had begrudgingly worn the pink "Bad Man" shirt and with stood all of the teasing because he did. How could she not love him after that?

Bulma finished up the last of the repairs and sighed, "Oh Vegeta, I wish you could find it in your heart to love me. You'd never be alone again."

She yawned and stretched and eyeing up the small sofa in the lab, decided a nap would do her a world of good.