Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 4
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 309 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 309 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4
‘It’s a dream. It’s a dream. It’s a dream.’
But even as I thought it I knew that I was awake. I could feel the cold tile beneath my feet, could smell the jasmine in the air, and could clearly see the striking girl with long, ocean blue hair staring back at me in the mirror.
“But how…” I muttered to myself, but didn’t have time to ponder as I heard a light knocking on the bedroom door.
“Bulma, sweetie…” said the tinkling, female voice, “I heard a scream…”
‘Bulma… I’m Bulma. Oh. My. GOD!’
The knocking sounded again. Acting, again on instinct, I answered.
“Yeah, I’m fine…I…saw a spider” said a voice I didn’t know, but at the same time knew instinctively.
“Ok honey, breakfast is downstairs whenever you’re ready.”
I listened to the soft padding of feet walk away from the door and gazed back into the mirror. The girl I saw was beautiful, but the strangest part was that she looked like me…a polished me that had been colored with blue hair and eyes.
I touched my face, my hair, before acting on the childish impulse to pinch myself.
“Ow!” I squeaked, again in a voice that wasn’t mine.
‘Oh my God. It happened. I don’t know how but it happened!’
I had prayed for it, wished for it, dreamed about it, and somehow, in my sleep, I had become Bulma Briefs! It was something I had always wanted but never dreamed about actually happening. Surely this doesn’t happen in real life?
I continued staring back into my own sky blue eyes, running my hands over my new curves, my long, straight hair, my new womanly ass, and my body began to fill with elation. It had happened! It didn’t matter how anymore.
I began to twirl then, and I don’t know how long it was before I collapsed, giggling, onto the plush carpet. No more deli. No more Sam. No more disappointment. I was free.
I lay like that for a minute, a happy heap on the bedroom floor, before my ears picked up on a soft, mechanical hum coming from outside.
Vegeta.
I had almost forgotten one of the biggest reasons that I had wished for this, prayed for it every night since I was in high school! Not only was I a gorgeous, rich, intelligent girl…but I also had the sexiest man alive living down the hall. I was in heaven.
And that’s when it hit me…maybe this was heaven. Could I have…died? In my sleep, maybe?
I sat on the floor, legs crossed pondering how I could’ve passed in my sleep and woken up in my idea of heaven, before I realized that the hum of the gravity machine had stopped.
He was coming.
Forgetting the previous notions of my demise I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then slid back over the tiles into my bedroom, MY bedroom, and ran for the drawers, again marveling at how I instinctively knew what to look for and where it was. I hastily grabbed a pair of dark denim jeans and a black tank top, loving how small the clothes were and how they still slid perfectly over my slim body. I raked a brush through my hair, threw it into a low ponytail, and ran downstairs.
“Hi mom, daddy.” I greeted them, feeling an instant bond even though they were technically strangers. It all felt so familiar. Bulma’s father, er, my father, reading a newspaper, pipe in hand, cat on a shoulder, and my lovely but ditzy blonde mother, cooking up a storm and humming softly. But where was Vegeta?
With a half hidden pout I sat down at the table, surveying the huge amount of food that my mother had obviously laid out for the Saiyan prince. I cupped my face in my hand with a sigh, wondering how he would react when he saw me. I knew we would fall in love, on the show Bulma, well, I end up having his child! I just didn’t know how it would happen, as they never told the real story…
And as if on cue I heard a slam of the front door as the dark prince himself stormed into the kitchen. I did a quick breath check, adjusted my top, and waited for the fireworks to ensue. My eyes widened on his approach.
He looked better than I could have imagined. Wearing the skimpy, spandex shorts and a black t-shirt, his biceps glistening with the sweat from his workout, his masculine scent wafting over to me with every move he made, he gave off an air of royalty and masculinity, and I was immediately enthralled.
But he didn’t even look at me. He marched into the kitchen, sat at the table, scowl on his face, and began shoveling food in. The only noise in the kitchen now was the rustling of papa’s paper and the clinking of dishes that mom kept lying out in front of the prince, taking away the finished ones without a hint of fear. In fact, she smiled as she studied the prince’s eating habits.
“Oh Vegeta, all that training obviously built you up an appetite!” she said with a giggle, patting him on the shoulder and swishing back to the oven.
Vegeta only grunted in response.
He then finished his food abruptly, pushed back from the table, and walked out without a hint of thanks, the front door slamming behind him. This was my handsome prince?
“What an ass!” I felt myself blurt.
“Bulma! What a thing to say!” my mother squealed.
“Sorry, mom…” I muttered, picking at my food. I knew he was a jerk, I had seen the show, and read the fan fiction, and I knew what he was, I just assumed that we had some kind of chemistry brewing by this time. There was a lot about Vegeta, and myself for that matter that I had yet to figure out.
I sat there for a while, picking at my food, when I felt eyes on me.
“Bulma is something wrong, dear?” my father looked concerned “you don’t seem yourself this morning…”
He didn’t know the half of it.
“Yeah dad, I’m fine,” I quickly came up with a plausible lie, “I just get mad when mom goes to all this trouble to cook and his royal pain doesn’t even say thanks.”
“Oh Bulma, I don’t mind! He’s so handsome; I could cook for him all day!” Typical Bunny Briefs. I smiled in spite of myself.
My father cleared his throat loudly before turning back to me.
“Honey, you have to realize that he was born to privilege. He probably doesn’t even know what thank you means! But for now he is our guest and we will have to treat him as such.” Somehow I had the feeling that Mr. Briefs was never one to be rude.
“I guess…” I shuffled my food around, trying to avoid his eyes. I may have been Bulma on the outside but I was still afraid of loved ones seeing someone else on the inside.
“I tell you what,” my father set his paper down and leaned forward conspiratorially, “the family vacation is coming up, and I thought this would be a great time for you to unwind for once and maybe even get to know Vegeta a little bit. He will be with us for some time, you know.”
Now I was confused. “What are you talking about, papa?”
“I’m talking about you staying here for the month on your own. You can sun, swim, go shopping, and just be on your own for a while. And we” he stood up and wrapped his arms around my mother, “can finally go on that 2nd honeymoon we’ve always talked about.” He said, as he began spinning and dipping her.
My mother, who couldn’t resist being flirted with, giggled and leaned into my father.
“Oh darling that sounds wonderful! We can go on a cruise!” She squealed with delight as he began humming and dancing with her.
I covered my eyes and tried not to giggle. They were so cute! But the daughter in me wanted to throw up.
“Ok! Ok!” I held my hands up in supplication. “I’ll stay here. I could use some time alone anyway.”
Especially to get used to this new life.
“Then it’s settled!” my father exclaimed, planting a kiss on my mother’s cheek before grabbing his paper and heading out the door. “We’ll leave on Sunday. I’ll make the arrangements.” He winked at me and headed out of the room.
In the meantime my mother seemed to be in a perpetual state of bliss after the dance with my father, and she giggled as she turned the servo bots on to clean the dishes, whirling around like a happy child.
“Oh Bulma, it’s going to be wonderful! And maybe this will give you and that handsome Vegeta a chance to become good friends. You two could make such beautiful grandchildren…” she mused, more to herself than me.
“Mother!” I yelled in protest, snapping her out of her reverie. Yes he was gorgeous but grandchildren?! I couldn’t think that far ahead. And by the way he had ignored me earlier I had a feeling we wouldn’t even make past a first name basis. This wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.
“Oh Bulma, I’m just kidding!” she assured. “But it is something to think about…” and then, much in the way my father exited, my mother gave me a wink and swished out of the room.
Probably out to the garden. And my father to the labs. It was amazing to me how I knew where they were going as if I’d lived here all my life. Maybe I really was Bulma, and not some spirit controlling her body. At any rate, I had a lot to process and it wasn’t even noon yet.
‘It’s a dream. It’s a dream. It’s a dream.’
But even as I thought it I knew that I was awake. I could feel the cold tile beneath my feet, could smell the jasmine in the air, and could clearly see the striking girl with long, ocean blue hair staring back at me in the mirror.
“But how…” I muttered to myself, but didn’t have time to ponder as I heard a light knocking on the bedroom door.
“Bulma, sweetie…” said the tinkling, female voice, “I heard a scream…”
‘Bulma… I’m Bulma. Oh. My. GOD!’
The knocking sounded again. Acting, again on instinct, I answered.
“Yeah, I’m fine…I…saw a spider” said a voice I didn’t know, but at the same time knew instinctively.
“Ok honey, breakfast is downstairs whenever you’re ready.”
I listened to the soft padding of feet walk away from the door and gazed back into the mirror. The girl I saw was beautiful, but the strangest part was that she looked like me…a polished me that had been colored with blue hair and eyes.
I touched my face, my hair, before acting on the childish impulse to pinch myself.
“Ow!” I squeaked, again in a voice that wasn’t mine.
‘Oh my God. It happened. I don’t know how but it happened!’
I had prayed for it, wished for it, dreamed about it, and somehow, in my sleep, I had become Bulma Briefs! It was something I had always wanted but never dreamed about actually happening. Surely this doesn’t happen in real life?
I continued staring back into my own sky blue eyes, running my hands over my new curves, my long, straight hair, my new womanly ass, and my body began to fill with elation. It had happened! It didn’t matter how anymore.
I began to twirl then, and I don’t know how long it was before I collapsed, giggling, onto the plush carpet. No more deli. No more Sam. No more disappointment. I was free.
I lay like that for a minute, a happy heap on the bedroom floor, before my ears picked up on a soft, mechanical hum coming from outside.
Vegeta.
I had almost forgotten one of the biggest reasons that I had wished for this, prayed for it every night since I was in high school! Not only was I a gorgeous, rich, intelligent girl…but I also had the sexiest man alive living down the hall. I was in heaven.
And that’s when it hit me…maybe this was heaven. Could I have…died? In my sleep, maybe?
I sat on the floor, legs crossed pondering how I could’ve passed in my sleep and woken up in my idea of heaven, before I realized that the hum of the gravity machine had stopped.
He was coming.
Forgetting the previous notions of my demise I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then slid back over the tiles into my bedroom, MY bedroom, and ran for the drawers, again marveling at how I instinctively knew what to look for and where it was. I hastily grabbed a pair of dark denim jeans and a black tank top, loving how small the clothes were and how they still slid perfectly over my slim body. I raked a brush through my hair, threw it into a low ponytail, and ran downstairs.
“Hi mom, daddy.” I greeted them, feeling an instant bond even though they were technically strangers. It all felt so familiar. Bulma’s father, er, my father, reading a newspaper, pipe in hand, cat on a shoulder, and my lovely but ditzy blonde mother, cooking up a storm and humming softly. But where was Vegeta?
With a half hidden pout I sat down at the table, surveying the huge amount of food that my mother had obviously laid out for the Saiyan prince. I cupped my face in my hand with a sigh, wondering how he would react when he saw me. I knew we would fall in love, on the show Bulma, well, I end up having his child! I just didn’t know how it would happen, as they never told the real story…
And as if on cue I heard a slam of the front door as the dark prince himself stormed into the kitchen. I did a quick breath check, adjusted my top, and waited for the fireworks to ensue. My eyes widened on his approach.
He looked better than I could have imagined. Wearing the skimpy, spandex shorts and a black t-shirt, his biceps glistening with the sweat from his workout, his masculine scent wafting over to me with every move he made, he gave off an air of royalty and masculinity, and I was immediately enthralled.
But he didn’t even look at me. He marched into the kitchen, sat at the table, scowl on his face, and began shoveling food in. The only noise in the kitchen now was the rustling of papa’s paper and the clinking of dishes that mom kept lying out in front of the prince, taking away the finished ones without a hint of fear. In fact, she smiled as she studied the prince’s eating habits.
“Oh Vegeta, all that training obviously built you up an appetite!” she said with a giggle, patting him on the shoulder and swishing back to the oven.
Vegeta only grunted in response.
He then finished his food abruptly, pushed back from the table, and walked out without a hint of thanks, the front door slamming behind him. This was my handsome prince?
“What an ass!” I felt myself blurt.
“Bulma! What a thing to say!” my mother squealed.
“Sorry, mom…” I muttered, picking at my food. I knew he was a jerk, I had seen the show, and read the fan fiction, and I knew what he was, I just assumed that we had some kind of chemistry brewing by this time. There was a lot about Vegeta, and myself for that matter that I had yet to figure out.
I sat there for a while, picking at my food, when I felt eyes on me.
“Bulma is something wrong, dear?” my father looked concerned “you don’t seem yourself this morning…”
He didn’t know the half of it.
“Yeah dad, I’m fine,” I quickly came up with a plausible lie, “I just get mad when mom goes to all this trouble to cook and his royal pain doesn’t even say thanks.”
“Oh Bulma, I don’t mind! He’s so handsome; I could cook for him all day!” Typical Bunny Briefs. I smiled in spite of myself.
My father cleared his throat loudly before turning back to me.
“Honey, you have to realize that he was born to privilege. He probably doesn’t even know what thank you means! But for now he is our guest and we will have to treat him as such.” Somehow I had the feeling that Mr. Briefs was never one to be rude.
“I guess…” I shuffled my food around, trying to avoid his eyes. I may have been Bulma on the outside but I was still afraid of loved ones seeing someone else on the inside.
“I tell you what,” my father set his paper down and leaned forward conspiratorially, “the family vacation is coming up, and I thought this would be a great time for you to unwind for once and maybe even get to know Vegeta a little bit. He will be with us for some time, you know.”
Now I was confused. “What are you talking about, papa?”
“I’m talking about you staying here for the month on your own. You can sun, swim, go shopping, and just be on your own for a while. And we” he stood up and wrapped his arms around my mother, “can finally go on that 2nd honeymoon we’ve always talked about.” He said, as he began spinning and dipping her.
My mother, who couldn’t resist being flirted with, giggled and leaned into my father.
“Oh darling that sounds wonderful! We can go on a cruise!” She squealed with delight as he began humming and dancing with her.
I covered my eyes and tried not to giggle. They were so cute! But the daughter in me wanted to throw up.
“Ok! Ok!” I held my hands up in supplication. “I’ll stay here. I could use some time alone anyway.”
Especially to get used to this new life.
“Then it’s settled!” my father exclaimed, planting a kiss on my mother’s cheek before grabbing his paper and heading out the door. “We’ll leave on Sunday. I’ll make the arrangements.” He winked at me and headed out of the room.
In the meantime my mother seemed to be in a perpetual state of bliss after the dance with my father, and she giggled as she turned the servo bots on to clean the dishes, whirling around like a happy child.
“Oh Bulma, it’s going to be wonderful! And maybe this will give you and that handsome Vegeta a chance to become good friends. You two could make such beautiful grandchildren…” she mused, more to herself than me.
“Mother!” I yelled in protest, snapping her out of her reverie. Yes he was gorgeous but grandchildren?! I couldn’t think that far ahead. And by the way he had ignored me earlier I had a feeling we wouldn’t even make past a first name basis. This wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.
“Oh Bulma, I’m just kidding!” she assured. “But it is something to think about…” and then, much in the way my father exited, my mother gave me a wink and swished out of the room.
Probably out to the garden. And my father to the labs. It was amazing to me how I knew where they were going as if I’d lived here all my life. Maybe I really was Bulma, and not some spirit controlling her body. At any rate, I had a lot to process and it wasn’t even noon yet.