Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 13
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By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.10.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 287 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.10.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 287 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 13
“Asshole…fucking ASSHOLE!”
I stood in the mirror mentally willing the lump in my throat down. My eyes were already glistening and I was biting my lip against the angry tears.
“Mother…fucking….ASSHOLE!”
I screamed every profanity I could before pushing myself roughly away from my desk. I had patched up the wound on my neck with gauze and had spent the better part of an hour glaring at myself in the mirror, trying to understand how Katie or Bulma could have let this happen.
I stomped around my lab, childishly kicking every box and tool in my way. I had never been this angry. Not in this world or my own.
Is this really what I wished for?
I thought back to all those nights at home in Katie’s world, lying on my bed, crying softly after yet another fight with an uncaring parent. I had never felt good enough, and I was told that I wasn’t almost every day. My parents felt that I made quite a few mistakes, but their way of attempting to help was to criticize and name call. It’s not that they were terrible people; it’s just that they had had me at a very young age. They were unprepared and I was too young to understand that.
I was so unhappy; I would lie on my bed and dream about a better life. I would picture myself in another world, with parents who loved me, and a handsome prince who would make my dreams come true.
And now here I was; only my handsome prince was an evil bastard who was trying to rule my life.
Then I stopped.
Bulma Briefs.
I’m Bulma Briefs.
I am a genius; the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, a socialite and CEO at 22 years old, and a powerful force to be reckoned with.
So why was I getting so upset about a few little threats from an angry and diminutive little prince of a dead world?
I looked back towards the mirror; at my sallow skin, my shaky hands, and the bags under my eyes. Then around at the lab, at my lab; the piles of paperwork, the formulas I had scratched out without thinking, and the wire and metals strewn about.
I began digging through my files, a memory floating in and out of my head, a memory that Bulma had been keeping for when I was ready.
I gasped when I found the folder marked “Vegeta”. I opened it, nearly spilling its contents onto my desk in excitement. I scanned through the prints, the numbers and etchings; and then I began to smile a very Vegeta-like smile.
I am Bulma Briefs.
Vegeta was going to be very, very sorry.
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A few hours later I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. I had changed into a dark blue turtle neck, mostly to hide the indiscretion that Vegeta had left me with, and a pair of faded low rise jeans. I skipped down the stairs, humming softly to myself, and frowned a little when I saw that the kitchen was empty.
I mentally shrugged my shoulders and reached into the oven for my dinner. I settled at the table with my meal and was about to eat when the entry way door slammed shut, shaking the windows and announcing the arrival of the iniquitous prince.
I mentally rubbed my hands together.
He trudged into the kitchen, his clothes in tatters and blood oozing from a wound on his head. He had obviously just lost a fight to Goku; and he wasn’t pleased about it.
I forced myself to stare at my food, fighting the urge to snicker. He was angry, his fists were clenching and he had what appeared to be a permanent sneer etched across his chiseled features. But he was also weak. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him grimace with pain as he reached into the oven for his dinner, and then he held onto a chair, lowering himself slowly to sit across from me.
It was perfect.
We ate for a while in silence, and I could feel his eyes on me, but when I looked up he was staring at my neck. I must’ve looked at his face for too long because he slowly lifted his gaze to my own and smirked.
“How is my GR coming along, woman?” he asked, the smirk fading and his eyes returning to his meal. “I’ll never reach super Saiyan fighting that idiot Kakarott.”
This was my chance. Time to push some buttons.
I lowered my fork, delicately finishing the bite in my mouth before addressing him.
“I haven’t started it yet.” I said, reaching for my drink, trying desperately not to look directly into his face for fear of bursting into giggles.
Vegeta set his own fork down and looked at me.
“You have a week, woman, you should’ve started by now.” He was trying to contain his anger, although I couldn’t guess why.
I’d have to work a little harder.
I shrugged, “Yeah well, I’m not sure if it’ll even be done in a week, I’ve got a lot going on, you know.” I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin and biting my cheek to keep from laughing.
Vegeta slammed his hand down on the table before rising slowly.
“I’m beginning to think you like to see me angry, Woman.” He sneered, speaking softly, “I won’t warn you again,” he set both hands on the table and leaned forward, “it is to be done in one week.”
I couldn’t help it. I smiled. A big, broad smile.
I stood. “Listen, Vegeta, I’d love to talk to you about this some more but I have a party to go to tonight. I’ll let you know if I get around-“I was stopped mid step, halfway to the door. Vegeta had his hands on my waist and he spun me around, shoving me into the wall and grabbing my wrists. He snarled into my face.
I clenched my fist and activated the button in my hand.
“GAHHHHRRR!!!” Vegeta fell to the ground, his eyes wide and searching. There was a scent of burnt flesh in the air.
He finally righted himself and glared up at me, and then he growled and lunged for me with both hands.
I hit the button again.
Vegeta screamed in pain and fell again to the floor. He lay there for a moment, holding his head and clenching his eyes shut.
He opened them and looked up at me, anger and bewilderment flashing across his face.
“What…” he began, and then I laughed out loud harshly, finally feeling in control.
“You made a big mistake when you screwed with me, highness.” I laughed, throwing my hair over one shoulder and putting my hands on my hips.
He began to rise slowly, his chest beginning to heave.
“What is this trickery?!” he howled, baring his teeth to me in an effort to regain control.
“It’s not trickery, darling, it’s science.” I smiled broadly, feeling truly proud of my own handiwork.
Then I neatly lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing a bulky metal belt buckle. With a smirk I opened the casing to reveal flickering lights and wires.
Vegeta stared at it with his mouth open.
“It’s a ki absorber. It absorbs the ki in your body and zaps you with an electric charge of equal power whenever I press the button in my hand.” I held up my hand to show him the button strapped to my palm. “I’m thinking of calling it “Saiyan Away”.”
Vegeta was still staring, first at the belt, then at the button, finally at me. His lips twisted into a snarl and he clenched his fists.
“You are a fool to think that some tiny machine will keep the prince of all Saiyans from-“
I hit the button, twice this time, hurling him back against the counter. I could hear something snap and he reached back and held on to keep from falling, then shook his head a few times to clear it, his eyes wide.
Then he glared darkly at me.
“Take. It. Off.” He said, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear him.
I stepped closer, touching our bodies together, and smiled mockingly into his face.
“No.”
He grabbed my arms and I hit the button once more; this time he went sprawling to the floor with a cry.
I laughed out loud and crossed my arms, looking more and more like Vegeta.
“Here’s how it’s going to go.” I sauntered toward his prone form, positioning one heel between his legs and lowered my voice.
“I’m going to enjoy my vacation. You are going to go train with Goku.” He growled and pushed himself onto his elbows but stopped when I held up my hand with the button in it.
“If I get to your GR consider yourself lucky…because I probably won’t.”
I smirked down at his heaving body, he was so angry that his tan face was beginning to turn red.
“Now, I’m off to my party.” I giggled, grabbing my purse and spinning around.
I stopped at the door and looked back over my shoulder.
“Oh, and you, sweet prince, can go fuck yourself.”
**********Chapter 14 soon to come, please review!*****************
“Asshole…fucking ASSHOLE!”
I stood in the mirror mentally willing the lump in my throat down. My eyes were already glistening and I was biting my lip against the angry tears.
“Mother…fucking….ASSHOLE!”
I screamed every profanity I could before pushing myself roughly away from my desk. I had patched up the wound on my neck with gauze and had spent the better part of an hour glaring at myself in the mirror, trying to understand how Katie or Bulma could have let this happen.
I stomped around my lab, childishly kicking every box and tool in my way. I had never been this angry. Not in this world or my own.
Is this really what I wished for?
I thought back to all those nights at home in Katie’s world, lying on my bed, crying softly after yet another fight with an uncaring parent. I had never felt good enough, and I was told that I wasn’t almost every day. My parents felt that I made quite a few mistakes, but their way of attempting to help was to criticize and name call. It’s not that they were terrible people; it’s just that they had had me at a very young age. They were unprepared and I was too young to understand that.
I was so unhappy; I would lie on my bed and dream about a better life. I would picture myself in another world, with parents who loved me, and a handsome prince who would make my dreams come true.
And now here I was; only my handsome prince was an evil bastard who was trying to rule my life.
Then I stopped.
Bulma Briefs.
I’m Bulma Briefs.
I am a genius; the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, a socialite and CEO at 22 years old, and a powerful force to be reckoned with.
So why was I getting so upset about a few little threats from an angry and diminutive little prince of a dead world?
I looked back towards the mirror; at my sallow skin, my shaky hands, and the bags under my eyes. Then around at the lab, at my lab; the piles of paperwork, the formulas I had scratched out without thinking, and the wire and metals strewn about.
I began digging through my files, a memory floating in and out of my head, a memory that Bulma had been keeping for when I was ready.
I gasped when I found the folder marked “Vegeta”. I opened it, nearly spilling its contents onto my desk in excitement. I scanned through the prints, the numbers and etchings; and then I began to smile a very Vegeta-like smile.
I am Bulma Briefs.
Vegeta was going to be very, very sorry.
*********************************************************** *******************
A few hours later I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. I had changed into a dark blue turtle neck, mostly to hide the indiscretion that Vegeta had left me with, and a pair of faded low rise jeans. I skipped down the stairs, humming softly to myself, and frowned a little when I saw that the kitchen was empty.
I mentally shrugged my shoulders and reached into the oven for my dinner. I settled at the table with my meal and was about to eat when the entry way door slammed shut, shaking the windows and announcing the arrival of the iniquitous prince.
I mentally rubbed my hands together.
He trudged into the kitchen, his clothes in tatters and blood oozing from a wound on his head. He had obviously just lost a fight to Goku; and he wasn’t pleased about it.
I forced myself to stare at my food, fighting the urge to snicker. He was angry, his fists were clenching and he had what appeared to be a permanent sneer etched across his chiseled features. But he was also weak. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him grimace with pain as he reached into the oven for his dinner, and then he held onto a chair, lowering himself slowly to sit across from me.
It was perfect.
We ate for a while in silence, and I could feel his eyes on me, but when I looked up he was staring at my neck. I must’ve looked at his face for too long because he slowly lifted his gaze to my own and smirked.
“How is my GR coming along, woman?” he asked, the smirk fading and his eyes returning to his meal. “I’ll never reach super Saiyan fighting that idiot Kakarott.”
This was my chance. Time to push some buttons.
I lowered my fork, delicately finishing the bite in my mouth before addressing him.
“I haven’t started it yet.” I said, reaching for my drink, trying desperately not to look directly into his face for fear of bursting into giggles.
Vegeta set his own fork down and looked at me.
“You have a week, woman, you should’ve started by now.” He was trying to contain his anger, although I couldn’t guess why.
I’d have to work a little harder.
I shrugged, “Yeah well, I’m not sure if it’ll even be done in a week, I’ve got a lot going on, you know.” I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin and biting my cheek to keep from laughing.
Vegeta slammed his hand down on the table before rising slowly.
“I’m beginning to think you like to see me angry, Woman.” He sneered, speaking softly, “I won’t warn you again,” he set both hands on the table and leaned forward, “it is to be done in one week.”
I couldn’t help it. I smiled. A big, broad smile.
I stood. “Listen, Vegeta, I’d love to talk to you about this some more but I have a party to go to tonight. I’ll let you know if I get around-“I was stopped mid step, halfway to the door. Vegeta had his hands on my waist and he spun me around, shoving me into the wall and grabbing my wrists. He snarled into my face.
I clenched my fist and activated the button in my hand.
“GAHHHHRRR!!!” Vegeta fell to the ground, his eyes wide and searching. There was a scent of burnt flesh in the air.
He finally righted himself and glared up at me, and then he growled and lunged for me with both hands.
I hit the button again.
Vegeta screamed in pain and fell again to the floor. He lay there for a moment, holding his head and clenching his eyes shut.
He opened them and looked up at me, anger and bewilderment flashing across his face.
“What…” he began, and then I laughed out loud harshly, finally feeling in control.
“You made a big mistake when you screwed with me, highness.” I laughed, throwing my hair over one shoulder and putting my hands on my hips.
He began to rise slowly, his chest beginning to heave.
“What is this trickery?!” he howled, baring his teeth to me in an effort to regain control.
“It’s not trickery, darling, it’s science.” I smiled broadly, feeling truly proud of my own handiwork.
Then I neatly lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing a bulky metal belt buckle. With a smirk I opened the casing to reveal flickering lights and wires.
Vegeta stared at it with his mouth open.
“It’s a ki absorber. It absorbs the ki in your body and zaps you with an electric charge of equal power whenever I press the button in my hand.” I held up my hand to show him the button strapped to my palm. “I’m thinking of calling it “Saiyan Away”.”
Vegeta was still staring, first at the belt, then at the button, finally at me. His lips twisted into a snarl and he clenched his fists.
“You are a fool to think that some tiny machine will keep the prince of all Saiyans from-“
I hit the button, twice this time, hurling him back against the counter. I could hear something snap and he reached back and held on to keep from falling, then shook his head a few times to clear it, his eyes wide.
Then he glared darkly at me.
“Take. It. Off.” He said, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear him.
I stepped closer, touching our bodies together, and smiled mockingly into his face.
“No.”
He grabbed my arms and I hit the button once more; this time he went sprawling to the floor with a cry.
I laughed out loud and crossed my arms, looking more and more like Vegeta.
“Here’s how it’s going to go.” I sauntered toward his prone form, positioning one heel between his legs and lowered my voice.
“I’m going to enjoy my vacation. You are going to go train with Goku.” He growled and pushed himself onto his elbows but stopped when I held up my hand with the button in it.
“If I get to your GR consider yourself lucky…because I probably won’t.”
I smirked down at his heaving body, he was so angry that his tan face was beginning to turn red.
“Now, I’m off to my party.” I giggled, grabbing my purse and spinning around.
I stopped at the door and looked back over my shoulder.
“Oh, and you, sweet prince, can go fuck yourself.”
**********Chapter 14 soon to come, please review!*****************