Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Anniversary ( Chapter 25 )
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By: inuy21 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 607 | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 607 | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
Prompt: "Flame". Word count set at: 500
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Vegeta looked down at the brightly colored bouquet that was thrust towards his chest. The overpowering fragrance hit his nose and it wrinkled in slight disgust. “What the hell are these for, woman?” he finally asked.
“Our anniversary.”
“Anniversary?” His eyes narrowed as he finally looked up at his mate.
She figured Vegeta didn’t even know what the word meant, even after all these years on Earth, but she didn’t care. Plus it was only an excuse to use for the occasion at hand.
“Anniversary of what, exactly?” He finally took the bouquet from her still pushing hands, being careful not to damage the delicate objects.
The cold, calculating look in her Saiyan lover’s eyes told her differently than what she had thought. ‘Damn!’ She should’ve known better after catching him watching bits of TV and reading, but she’d hoped that he wouldn’t care to know or remember these bits of the “human culture”.
“And why the fuck would I want flowers?” Wasn’t it usually the Earth custom to give the woman flowers? Just as his thoughts took hold, her hands rested on his and twisted them. A small card appeared in front of his face. He narrowed his eyes even further before looking down at the now presented card.
To: Bulma, Love Vegeta. It read.
He smirked. “So tell me, why am I giving you flowers?” his tone now condescending instead of angry.
“It doesn’t matter, okay? Just give me the damn flowers and you can go back to doing….whatever you were doing,” she huffed as she reached out for the flowers.
Vegeta easily stepped away from her. “That’s the problem with you Earthlings. You think you can just pass everything off. Especially you females, I’ve been noticing.” He side stepped her, as she reached out again. “I’m not giving these to you until you tell me.”
She clenched her teeth. All she wanted was the damn flowers! Why had she given Vegeta a reason to be an ass?
“And if it’s an anniversary for something, where’s my gift?”
She started to sashay her way towards him. “What would you want?” Maybe if she switched tactics, he would let the question go.
“Well.” His smirk now turning into a feral grin. He’d known her too long to fall for that trick. “Depends on what we’re celebrating.”
“Does it really matter?” she purred as she stepped in front of him.
His thumb and forefinger came up to stroke his chin. “Yes.” His eyes landing hers, letting her know he wasn’t falling for any of her cheap tricks.
She growled as her demeanor broke. “Fine. You wanna know so badly what today is?”
He gave a slight victorious nod.
She felt a slight blush creep onto her cheeks. “It’s the first time we had sex.”
Vegeta let out a boisterous laugh. “And you bought flowers for that?”
“See if you’ll be getting anything now!” She grabbed the flowers from his hands and turned to leave.
Vegeta’s laughter instantly died. ‘We‘ll see.’
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Vegeta looked down at the brightly colored bouquet that was thrust towards his chest. The overpowering fragrance hit his nose and it wrinkled in slight disgust. “What the hell are these for, woman?” he finally asked.
“Our anniversary.”
“Anniversary?” His eyes narrowed as he finally looked up at his mate.
She figured Vegeta didn’t even know what the word meant, even after all these years on Earth, but she didn’t care. Plus it was only an excuse to use for the occasion at hand.
“Anniversary of what, exactly?” He finally took the bouquet from her still pushing hands, being careful not to damage the delicate objects.
The cold, calculating look in her Saiyan lover’s eyes told her differently than what she had thought. ‘Damn!’ She should’ve known better after catching him watching bits of TV and reading, but she’d hoped that he wouldn’t care to know or remember these bits of the “human culture”.
“And why the fuck would I want flowers?” Wasn’t it usually the Earth custom to give the woman flowers? Just as his thoughts took hold, her hands rested on his and twisted them. A small card appeared in front of his face. He narrowed his eyes even further before looking down at the now presented card.
To: Bulma, Love Vegeta. It read.
He smirked. “So tell me, why am I giving you flowers?” his tone now condescending instead of angry.
“It doesn’t matter, okay? Just give me the damn flowers and you can go back to doing….whatever you were doing,” she huffed as she reached out for the flowers.
Vegeta easily stepped away from her. “That’s the problem with you Earthlings. You think you can just pass everything off. Especially you females, I’ve been noticing.” He side stepped her, as she reached out again. “I’m not giving these to you until you tell me.”
She clenched her teeth. All she wanted was the damn flowers! Why had she given Vegeta a reason to be an ass?
“And if it’s an anniversary for something, where’s my gift?”
She started to sashay her way towards him. “What would you want?” Maybe if she switched tactics, he would let the question go.
“Well.” His smirk now turning into a feral grin. He’d known her too long to fall for that trick. “Depends on what we’re celebrating.”
“Does it really matter?” she purred as she stepped in front of him.
His thumb and forefinger came up to stroke his chin. “Yes.” His eyes landing hers, letting her know he wasn’t falling for any of her cheap tricks.
She growled as her demeanor broke. “Fine. You wanna know so badly what today is?”
He gave a slight victorious nod.
She felt a slight blush creep onto her cheeks. “It’s the first time we had sex.”
Vegeta let out a boisterous laugh. “And you bought flowers for that?”
“See if you’ll be getting anything now!” She grabbed the flowers from his hands and turned to leave.
Vegeta’s laughter instantly died. ‘We‘ll see.’