Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret of the Enchantress ❯ Getting Used to the Magic ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Ra Tai 17 
Bulma learns how to control her magic and use it to her advantage while Vegeta finds out that Bulma is making magic.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.25.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 265 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma learns how to control her magic and use it to her advantage while Vegeta finds out that Bulma is making magic.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.25.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 265 | Status: Work In Progress
The Secret of the Enchantress
Chapter 2: Getting Used to the Magic
The next day, Bulma woke up. She refrained from stretching though, knowing that her room would go upside down again. "Man it's cold. I wish I could find my slippers." Then she thought, 'Maybe I can find them.' She then focused on her baby blue slippers and said, "Come."
Just then the closet opened and the slippers floated out. Then they came to the bed and landed soundlessly by it. Bulma's pacific blue eyes were wide and her mouth was opened in surprise. "Amazing." She whispered. She got out from underneath the covers and put her ice cold feet in the warm fuzzy slippers. "Ahh. Much, much better." She muttered. She got off the bed and walked to the door and said, "Open." The door opened silenty and Bulma smiled. 'These powers may have some kind of use.' She thought to herself. She got to the living room just as Vegeta came through the front door. He had his usual scowl on his face and his training uniform was torn. "Hello, Vegeta." Bulma said walking past him. "Would you like a omelet for breakfast?"
All Vegeta did was grunt as he stood there thinking. "Okay." She said as she walked into the kitchen. She looked at the refrigerator and said, "Open." It did, showing her all the food inside it. "Eggs, bacon, ham, cheese, sausage..." The ingredients she called for glowed. "Come." She said. "Come and mix." They came out, fell in a bowl (shells excluded) and combined together. Bulma smiled. She was actually cooking and she wasn't even moving her hands.
Vegeta meanwhile was oblivious to what she was doing. He was too busy worrying about his training. "Goddammit! Why can't I become a Super Saiyan, yet? And why does this thing always fucking break down? Stupid earth machine." Vegeta whispered. He was referring to the Gravity Room of course, which he broke again. He was about to go take a shower since a shower somewhat calmed his nerves, but then all of a sudden the smell of bacon came in the air. "What the...? The woman? Cooking?" Suddenly hunger took over worry and he sat down at the table to wait. After it was through, Bulma put the three omelets (one for her, two for vegeta) on two plates and then came out and put them on the table.
Vegeta cringed. Cooking was not Bulma's best event. In fact, he thought her food tasted like shit. But his hunger overruled everything, so he brought the plate to him and sniffed it. It smelled good enough, so he took a bite. His onyx colored eyes widened as his taste buds were awakened. This was delicious! "Woman, where did you learn to cook like this?" He asked as Bulma sat down and began eating. Bulma smiled saying, "I really don't know."
Vegeta shrugged and kept putting food in his mouth as Bulma thought, 'Now, how can I show my magic to Vegeta. I mean, Goku knows so it's only fair that Vegeta knows too.' Before she could do anything, the phone rang. She turned and held out her hand saying, "Come, phone." The cordless phone floated off the stand and into her hand. The food that Vegeta was currently eating came falling out of his mouth. 'Did I just see that happen? How the hell did she do that?' he thought. Bulma pushed the talk button and said, "Hello?" "Hi, Bulma!" Came Goku's cheerful voice. "Hi, Goku. What's up?" Bulma said, as Vegeta rolled his eyes thinking, 'What does that idiot want, now?' "Well, I did some thinking about you and your new powers and I think you should come with me and Gohan to find the Dragonballs." " I would love to, Goku. We can use my ship to fly to wherever they are." She said smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, great! We will leave in three days. Chi Chi has to pack me a lot of food, you know." Bulma giggled and said, " I know, you hungry barbarian. Yeah, I will be ready, Goku. Bye and thanks." "Bye, Bulma. See you in three days."
Bulma then nodded and hung up pushing the end button. She then turned and giggled again seeing Vegeta's surprised expression. Vegeta realized that he was indeed staring at her then grunted and went back to eating. Bulma then stopped laughing and looked at Vegeta seriously. For some reason, Bulma really thought he was very attractive. He had those strong eyes that seemed to block out any emotion that he might had have or could be having. He also had that black flame of hair that nothing could compare to. His face was strong and looked older than it should. But what intrigued her the most was the dark brown appendage that stood stock still. His tail was so thrilling to her. It made her so curious, especially when he told her not to touch it. His attitude, however, was a different story. His version of a smile was a smirk. And he always did it whenever he felt he was right or was. Bulma hated it when he purposely argued with her just to make her mad or see her eyes change colors. She didn't know why it enticed him so.
"Well, I am going to take a shower, now." Bulma said, putting up her plate. "Good. Your food was satisfactory but your smell obviously isn't." Vegeta said, not looking up from his plate. Bulma rolled her eyes, walking up the stairs and said, "Shut the fuck up, Vegeta. You obviously need one yourself." Vegeta snorted at her retort but couldn't help but smirk. Bulma walked into her blue and white colored bedroom and sighed. Blue was her favorite color. It made her feel calm and collected. She took off her large dark blue t-shirt she slept in and then went inside the bathroom. "On, warm water." She ordered to the shower. It obeyed soon filling the bathroom with white mist. Before Bulma went into the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. She pouted looking at her hair. Everybody thought the turquoise color was stunning, but that wasn't what she did not like. She hated the way the hair was. Limp almost lifeless strands that didn't want to obey the brush. "Dammit, I wish my hair was fuller and curly." She said. But then she sighed, for that just wasn't to be.
She stepped in the shower and moaned sensually as the warm water rushed on her like a waterfall. She washed with her soap. The smell of the soap was her favorite smell in the whole world-jasmine. Jasmine smelled so good to her. She couldn't get enough of it. After washing she stood there and let the water rush over her hair and then said, "Off, Water." It stopped and she got out and grabbed her two white towels-one for her hair and one for her body. She wrapped them around both parts then got out the bathroom and walked to her balcony window. She looked around at the peaceful city. Then she sighed, happy about her powers for the moment. At the moment she thought nothing could go wrong. Little did she know life would show her more than she bargained for.
Chapter 2: Getting Used to the Magic
The next day, Bulma woke up. She refrained from stretching though, knowing that her room would go upside down again. "Man it's cold. I wish I could find my slippers." Then she thought, 'Maybe I can find them.' She then focused on her baby blue slippers and said, "Come."
Just then the closet opened and the slippers floated out. Then they came to the bed and landed soundlessly by it. Bulma's pacific blue eyes were wide and her mouth was opened in surprise. "Amazing." She whispered. She got out from underneath the covers and put her ice cold feet in the warm fuzzy slippers. "Ahh. Much, much better." She muttered. She got off the bed and walked to the door and said, "Open." The door opened silenty and Bulma smiled. 'These powers may have some kind of use.' She thought to herself. She got to the living room just as Vegeta came through the front door. He had his usual scowl on his face and his training uniform was torn. "Hello, Vegeta." Bulma said walking past him. "Would you like a omelet for breakfast?"
All Vegeta did was grunt as he stood there thinking. "Okay." She said as she walked into the kitchen. She looked at the refrigerator and said, "Open." It did, showing her all the food inside it. "Eggs, bacon, ham, cheese, sausage..." The ingredients she called for glowed. "Come." She said. "Come and mix." They came out, fell in a bowl (shells excluded) and combined together. Bulma smiled. She was actually cooking and she wasn't even moving her hands.
Vegeta meanwhile was oblivious to what she was doing. He was too busy worrying about his training. "Goddammit! Why can't I become a Super Saiyan, yet? And why does this thing always fucking break down? Stupid earth machine." Vegeta whispered. He was referring to the Gravity Room of course, which he broke again. He was about to go take a shower since a shower somewhat calmed his nerves, but then all of a sudden the smell of bacon came in the air. "What the...? The woman? Cooking?" Suddenly hunger took over worry and he sat down at the table to wait. After it was through, Bulma put the three omelets (one for her, two for vegeta) on two plates and then came out and put them on the table.
Vegeta cringed. Cooking was not Bulma's best event. In fact, he thought her food tasted like shit. But his hunger overruled everything, so he brought the plate to him and sniffed it. It smelled good enough, so he took a bite. His onyx colored eyes widened as his taste buds were awakened. This was delicious! "Woman, where did you learn to cook like this?" He asked as Bulma sat down and began eating. Bulma smiled saying, "I really don't know."
Vegeta shrugged and kept putting food in his mouth as Bulma thought, 'Now, how can I show my magic to Vegeta. I mean, Goku knows so it's only fair that Vegeta knows too.' Before she could do anything, the phone rang. She turned and held out her hand saying, "Come, phone." The cordless phone floated off the stand and into her hand. The food that Vegeta was currently eating came falling out of his mouth. 'Did I just see that happen? How the hell did she do that?' he thought. Bulma pushed the talk button and said, "Hello?" "Hi, Bulma!" Came Goku's cheerful voice. "Hi, Goku. What's up?" Bulma said, as Vegeta rolled his eyes thinking, 'What does that idiot want, now?' "Well, I did some thinking about you and your new powers and I think you should come with me and Gohan to find the Dragonballs." " I would love to, Goku. We can use my ship to fly to wherever they are." She said smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, great! We will leave in three days. Chi Chi has to pack me a lot of food, you know." Bulma giggled and said, " I know, you hungry barbarian. Yeah, I will be ready, Goku. Bye and thanks." "Bye, Bulma. See you in three days."
Bulma then nodded and hung up pushing the end button. She then turned and giggled again seeing Vegeta's surprised expression. Vegeta realized that he was indeed staring at her then grunted and went back to eating. Bulma then stopped laughing and looked at Vegeta seriously. For some reason, Bulma really thought he was very attractive. He had those strong eyes that seemed to block out any emotion that he might had have or could be having. He also had that black flame of hair that nothing could compare to. His face was strong and looked older than it should. But what intrigued her the most was the dark brown appendage that stood stock still. His tail was so thrilling to her. It made her so curious, especially when he told her not to touch it. His attitude, however, was a different story. His version of a smile was a smirk. And he always did it whenever he felt he was right or was. Bulma hated it when he purposely argued with her just to make her mad or see her eyes change colors. She didn't know why it enticed him so.
"Well, I am going to take a shower, now." Bulma said, putting up her plate. "Good. Your food was satisfactory but your smell obviously isn't." Vegeta said, not looking up from his plate. Bulma rolled her eyes, walking up the stairs and said, "Shut the fuck up, Vegeta. You obviously need one yourself." Vegeta snorted at her retort but couldn't help but smirk. Bulma walked into her blue and white colored bedroom and sighed. Blue was her favorite color. It made her feel calm and collected. She took off her large dark blue t-shirt she slept in and then went inside the bathroom. "On, warm water." She ordered to the shower. It obeyed soon filling the bathroom with white mist. Before Bulma went into the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. She pouted looking at her hair. Everybody thought the turquoise color was stunning, but that wasn't what she did not like. She hated the way the hair was. Limp almost lifeless strands that didn't want to obey the brush. "Dammit, I wish my hair was fuller and curly." She said. But then she sighed, for that just wasn't to be.
She stepped in the shower and moaned sensually as the warm water rushed on her like a waterfall. She washed with her soap. The smell of the soap was her favorite smell in the whole world-jasmine. Jasmine smelled so good to her. She couldn't get enough of it. After washing she stood there and let the water rush over her hair and then said, "Off, Water." It stopped and she got out and grabbed her two white towels-one for her hair and one for her body. She wrapped them around both parts then got out the bathroom and walked to her balcony window. She looked around at the peaceful city. Then she sighed, happy about her powers for the moment. At the moment she thought nothing could go wrong. Little did she know life would show her more than she bargained for.