Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Death of the King ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.02.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 793 | Visits: 479 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.02.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 793 | Visits: 479 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 2
Bulma casually wiped the sweat from above her eye and picked up her tools.
She had just finished rewiring the gravity room to allow for Vegeta’s power levels, which were steadily increasing.
Bulma had been taking silent note of these power increases, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that with his swell in power his behavior had become progressively more erratic.
He had never been a kitten, that was for sure, but she had grown used to the banter. In fact, she typically enjoyed it until Vegeta would say something hurtful and she’d want to poke his eyes out. But lately it seemed that the absence of a kingdom was bringing out the spoiled prince within.
She stood slowly, wiping off her wrench with a dish towel.
“Jerk…” she murmured to herself.
Though she’d never admit it, Bulma had originally found the prince intriguing. When she had asked him to come and stay at capsule corp., a small part of her had wondered if something might happen between the two of them.
He was an arrogant bastard, but she couldn’t ignore the bulging muscles, the chiseled features, or the large hands…
It’s true, Bulma had been smitten. But that had been months ago and now all she could think about was letting Goku dispatch of the moody prince.
She breathed deeply and tucked her tools into the belt around her waist. She was eager to shower and get on with her day.
“But first, breakfast!” she smiled, feeling slightly better than before. She headed across the lawn and into the kitchen.
“Oh God…” Bulma stopped when she saw Vegeta at the other end of the table. He lowered his fork and simultaneously raised an eyebrow.
“Yes?” he said, with a hint of a smirk.
Bulma sighed and headed to the fridge.
“I wasn't talking about you, vegetable-head. I’ve had about enough of you for one day…” she reached into the fridge but was stopped when she felt two warm hands on her waist. Then she was spun around and pressed against the fridge.
Vegeta’s glared into her face, then the smirk returned.
“I told you, woman, that you will respect me.” His grip on her waist tightened and she sucked in a breath.
She reached for his hands, attempting to pull them off.
“Oh fuck off, Vegeta, you can’t-“
He slammed her against the fridge, her head smacking against the freezer so hard that she saw stars.
Vegeta grabbed her face in one hand.
“Impertinent bitch! Do you not realize that I could kill you right now? With all of your intelligence you continue to bait the killer living in your HOME?”
She whimpered against his hand as he tightened the grip on his jaw.
“G…Goku would kill you…” she managed.
Vegeta stopped and stared into her eyes, expressionless. Then he chuckled quietly.
“Goku...” he chuckled again. “You stupid woman.”
He began thoughtfully running his hand through her hair, then around her neck.
“I will surpass that fool. I know you’ve seen the increases in my power, the height that my strength is taking me. I will surpass him and you will have no one to run to.” He ran his hand lightly down her side and back to her hip, watching her thoughtfully.
“Vegeta…let go of me right now.” Bulma glared into his eyes, her voice at a hoarse whisper.
His smirk disappeared and, surprisingly, he slowly backed away.
“You will learn some respect, woman; even if I have to beat it into you.”
Then he turned on his heel and left.
She breathed a sigh of relief and reached around to feel the back of her head. It throbbed slightly but there didn’t seem to be any lumps.
“Prick…” she muttered, turning back to the fridge. She wouldn’t let him get to her. Power or not she knew that if it came down to it, Goku would protect her.
Bulma casually wiped the sweat from above her eye and picked up her tools.
She had just finished rewiring the gravity room to allow for Vegeta’s power levels, which were steadily increasing.
Bulma had been taking silent note of these power increases, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that with his swell in power his behavior had become progressively more erratic.
He had never been a kitten, that was for sure, but she had grown used to the banter. In fact, she typically enjoyed it until Vegeta would say something hurtful and she’d want to poke his eyes out. But lately it seemed that the absence of a kingdom was bringing out the spoiled prince within.
She stood slowly, wiping off her wrench with a dish towel.
“Jerk…” she murmured to herself.
Though she’d never admit it, Bulma had originally found the prince intriguing. When she had asked him to come and stay at capsule corp., a small part of her had wondered if something might happen between the two of them.
He was an arrogant bastard, but she couldn’t ignore the bulging muscles, the chiseled features, or the large hands…
It’s true, Bulma had been smitten. But that had been months ago and now all she could think about was letting Goku dispatch of the moody prince.
She breathed deeply and tucked her tools into the belt around her waist. She was eager to shower and get on with her day.
“But first, breakfast!” she smiled, feeling slightly better than before. She headed across the lawn and into the kitchen.
“Oh God…” Bulma stopped when she saw Vegeta at the other end of the table. He lowered his fork and simultaneously raised an eyebrow.
“Yes?” he said, with a hint of a smirk.
Bulma sighed and headed to the fridge.
“I wasn't talking about you, vegetable-head. I’ve had about enough of you for one day…” she reached into the fridge but was stopped when she felt two warm hands on her waist. Then she was spun around and pressed against the fridge.
Vegeta’s glared into her face, then the smirk returned.
“I told you, woman, that you will respect me.” His grip on her waist tightened and she sucked in a breath.
She reached for his hands, attempting to pull them off.
“Oh fuck off, Vegeta, you can’t-“
He slammed her against the fridge, her head smacking against the freezer so hard that she saw stars.
Vegeta grabbed her face in one hand.
“Impertinent bitch! Do you not realize that I could kill you right now? With all of your intelligence you continue to bait the killer living in your HOME?”
She whimpered against his hand as he tightened the grip on his jaw.
“G…Goku would kill you…” she managed.
Vegeta stopped and stared into her eyes, expressionless. Then he chuckled quietly.
“Goku...” he chuckled again. “You stupid woman.”
He began thoughtfully running his hand through her hair, then around her neck.
“I will surpass that fool. I know you’ve seen the increases in my power, the height that my strength is taking me. I will surpass him and you will have no one to run to.” He ran his hand lightly down her side and back to her hip, watching her thoughtfully.
“Vegeta…let go of me right now.” Bulma glared into his eyes, her voice at a hoarse whisper.
His smirk disappeared and, surprisingly, he slowly backed away.
“You will learn some respect, woman; even if I have to beat it into you.”
Then he turned on his heel and left.
She breathed a sigh of relief and reached around to feel the back of her head. It throbbed slightly but there didn’t seem to be any lumps.
“Prick…” she muttered, turning back to the fridge. She wouldn’t let him get to her. Power or not she knew that if it came down to it, Goku would protect her.