Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love, Trust, and an Alien ❯ Black Poison ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any characters except mine/random npcs… and even then it's questionable. I might email other writers and ask permission to use the names of people such as Mr. Brief's cat's name, or such as Mrs. Brief's name… who knows…

 

Author's Note: So here's my take on what should happen in the three-year period of Bulma/Veggie's “romance”. Hope you enjoy and please R&R so I know if I suck or not.

 

<(“<) Black Poison (>”)>

 

~“Keep moving legs, just keep on moving, your almost there…” her mind frantically told her. As the cold air rushed against her pale skin, she turned her head while she was running, letting her blue locks brushing against her face. She was almost there, she was almost to safety, she was almost away from him. She knew, that he knew where she was and he was coming for her. She tried to contain her panting breaths, but she couldn't, each second a fearful shiver rushed over her. Her hands reached for a door, turning the handle.... ~

 

+==Reality==+

 

Bulma awoke from her dream, breathing heavily and clutching her chest. Her heart was vigorously pounding against her skin and it took a few deep breaths and a few minutes to steady it back to normal. She turned to her clock and sighed, it was only four in the morning. With a few more hours of sleep she would be back to another hell-ful day. She laid back and rolled on her side, letting herself float off to a dreamless sleep.

 

When she awoke around seven, she got up and walked into her bathroom with a yawn. She brushed her teeth and played with her hair. After pulling on a robe, she exited her joining bathroom and walked out of her room to the kitchen downstairs. She put the coffee pot on and waited for the little 'ding' to let her dysfunctional brain know its time to wake up and smell the coffee, quiet literally.

 

Making her way to the table with her cup in hand that read 'working gal' she noticed a certain Prince watching her slow movements, sitting across from her eating a pile of muffins, toast, and drinking tons of juice. "Vegeta..." She mumbled to him and took a sip of the dreaded black poison.

 

"Onna..." He glared back for a moment, and then relaxed raising a brow. "What attacked you this morning; don't' tell me more of Frieza's men made it to this galaxy..." She just glared at him, a vein pulsing in her head -anime style-. Her reply was a grumble under her breath. "What was that, Woman? I didn't here you..." He shot back, his evil smirk crawling up his face. “Must I remind you who I am and what I'm capable of doing?”

 

"I asked what did they do to your hair..." She got up and walked up to her room to get ready for work. After an hour or so of getting ready, she walked out of her room in a dark blue dress suit with a knee length skirt. With her cell phone in ear and brief case in hand she walked downstairs, past the vacant kitchen and out the door to the office building.

 

“I don't care, I ordered-” she grumbled some. “No I refuse to use a worthless piece of shi-” And a click the person on the other hand was gone. “That bastard!” She almost threw her phone across the courtyard but withheld herself. Once she made it to through the doors into the office she was immediately bombarded with her two secretaries about something or other with sales and production, calling someone back on a new product idea, the meeting with the head of staff, and more nonsense that was piling onto her seemingly to-be-rough day.

 

Upon entering her office and seating at her desk she groaned out, “And I get to tell his royal idiot that his new boots material isn't coming in for another month…” and got started on her pile of work.

 

<(“<) Fin (>”)>

 

Author's Note: I know it was dull and boring for a first chapter… but its getting some idea on the background of Bulma's lifestyle. I think everyone knows that Vegeta works in the gravity room 18 hours a day, the other six used for sleep and food.