Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Storm ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Vegeta Goddess 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.07.2011 | Updated On: 05.07.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 695 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.07.2011 | Updated On: 05.07.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 695 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ!
A/N – Thanks for reviewing. I just wanted say a special hello to cccinimenvegeta who left a review that I can only assume was a commentary on how all B/V get together fics are similar. Well, I want to reassume him/her that Yamcha will not get all rapey, Vegeta will not save the day and Bulma and Vegeta will not get close because he “saves her” from the horror of Yamcha. Lol.
Thank you to everyone else who left me reviews – it’s good to be back and be writing again! The Storm is probably only going to have relatively small chapters. I’m writing it bit by bit as I get inspired…so while I will try and write this consistently, it will be fairly short and sweet.
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Rage bubble up in the pit of Bulma’s stomach as she watched Vegeta walk away, his entire presence bristling with anger. What did he have to be angry about? She was the one hurting, she was the one who had been cheated on and she was the one who had been used! How dare he come into her house and treat her like absolute dirt – as though the entire situation was her fault! How could he? How dare he!
“Bastard!”
Before she could think what she was doing Bulma stood up and hurled the wet paper towel at Vegeta’s back as he disappeared out the doorway, secretly enjoying the wet ‘thwack’ sound it made when it hit him square between the shoulders and then plopped to the ground. She gritted her teeth and refused to back down as he spun around looking outraged and took a step in her direction with his hands clenched tightly into fists.
“I could kill you for that…” He spluttered angrily, his eyes running between the offending paper towel and the clearly emotional woman who stood at the table almost vibrating with anger.
“Then go ahead and kill me!” Bulma cried rawly from between her clenched teeth. Anger still coursed through her body and she strode forward until she was well and truly in Vegeta’s personal space; holding her face only a few inches from his. “Go on and do it! If you’re such a tough guy then just do it!”
Bulma managed to keep her voice steady as she stood closer to Vegeta then she had ever been before, her anger making her completely unafraid of the man who had originally arrived on Earth to massacre her friends. In the back of mind, even through the rage, Bulma noted how hot the air around him felt and how, just like Goku, he had a strange smell that she likened to that of rain She looked deep into his obsidian eyes and felt shock course through her as she noted the smirk starting to curve his lips. He found her funny? Was he laughing at her?
“Don’t you dare laugh at me!” Bulma hissed and raised a hand to slap the nasty little smirk off his smug face, gasping when Vegeta instantly caught her hand in his and held it mid air. She tugged at her hand but he held onto it easily, his grip firm but not painful. He was watching her as though fascinated by her fiery display – the smirk growing until he was almost smiling at her with amusement. Bulma felt a shiver of fear slide down her spine as he watched her intently, but she refused to show any sign of it. She’d be damned if she’d let Vegeta know how unnerved she was.
“You look much better when you’re angry.” The saiyan murmured to her with that small smirk still dancing on his lips, “Much better then when you were crying pathetically on the table.” He held her eyes for a moment longer and then released her hand and took a step back, his eyes darting momentarily to her lips before he they again clashed with her glimmering baby blues. “I’d stay angry if I were you…that idiot isn’t worth your tears.”
Vegeta glanced down at the paper towel and the smirk widened before he stepped over it and strode out of the room, the sound of his chuckling drifting back to Bulma who could only clench her fists and growl in frustration and embarrassment. Losing control of herself was one thing; after all she had always had a fiery temper. But losing control of herself and actually goading Vegeta to attack her was quite another! Not that she’d believed he’d hurt her for a second; Vegeta needed her and her family and, more so, he needed a place to stay while he trained for the coming battle with the Androids.
Dimly Bulma registered that the rage she had directed at Vegeta had really been meant for Yamcha. Really, she thought to herself, Vegeta had taken her shrewish behaviour quite well. Goodness knows that he would have done to her once upon a time…back in the days when he’d slaughtered most of her friends and had come close to killing Goku. Those days were long gone though, it seemed as though an age had passed since she’d first seen Vegeta – watching through Baba’s crystal ball. It wasn’t that Vegeta was a completely changed man, but he did seem to have mellowed out slightly since Frieza had been killed. The guy had issues, everyone knew that, but maybe knowing that Frieza was dead had laid some of his demons to rest.
Bulma sighed and collapsed onto a seat on the table. She was an idiot! She really, really was! She rested her head on her hands and took a deep calming breath; really she needed to act now while she still felt strong enough. She needed to call Yamcha and let him know it was over between them…if the girl was still at his house and he didn’t pick up then she would just leave him a message and let him know she needed to speak to him. Maybe it was cowardly not to confront him face to face, but she didn’t want to deal with Yamcha’s excuses or watch him try to make amends.
Yamcha was a good guy underneath it all, but if he was seeing other people then he couldn’t be happy with her and ending it was for the best. Letting him go would hurt; after all, he’d been a big part of her life for so many years, but she couldn’t go on pretending that their relationship was great when it wasn’t.
Besides, deep down she knew Vegeta was right and that Yamcha wasn’t worth her tears.
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Bulma hung the phone up and let out a long frustrated sigh. That had been the hardest phone call that she’d ever had to make. Yamcha had been frustrating to deal with on the phone and in retrospect she should have seen him face to face to get everything out of the way. Now she had not only had to go through a ridiculous phone conversation that had gone nowhere but Yamcha was on his way over to “talk things out” with her.
They hadn’t had a problem on the phone because he’d lied or tried to excuse himself, it had been because he couldn’t believe that Bulma wouldn’t forgive him. He admitted having an affair with one of the trainers from his gym but swore it meant nothing to him. He’d pleaded, begged, whined and finally had tried to turn on the charm…but Bulma hadn’t relented, so after a two hour long phone call that had gone nowhere he was on his way over.
“Great.” Bulma mumbled to herself and wandered out of her bedroom and into her private bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and winced. She really did look terrible – Vegeta had been right about that. She had dried blood from the cuts on her hands streaked on her face, her skin looked blotchy and her eyes were red from crying. Not wanting to look like a complete and utter mess, Bulma washed her face with cold water and then put some eye drops in so at least she wouldn’t look like she’d been bawling over him. The last thing she wanted to do was start crying again or even to let him know she’d been crying, although Yamcha would probably be able to tell instantly that she had been upset. Never mind. Every time she even started to feel the least bit like crying about the end of their relationship she’d just take Vegeta’s advice and get mad.
Making a face at herself in the mirror Bulma walked back into the bedroom and changed into a nice neutral outfit – jeans and a long sleeved blue shirt. There. Now she felt all armored up for the coming talk with Yamcha. The woman who’d been hurting herself and crying like a child was long gone and in her place was the righteously angry Bulma Briefs! All she had to do was go downstairs and wait for him to show up, maybe watch some television while she waited or make some coffee for them to have while they “talked”.
“This was going to be tough…” Bulma muttered to herself as she walked out of her room and closed the door behind her.
“What will be tough?”
Bulma squeaked with fright and turned around to see Vegeta loitering in the hallway at the top of the stairs, a clean towel in one hand and a fresh change of clothes in the other. He was shirtless and covered with a fine layer of sweat – clearly the saiyan prince was on his way in after doing some training.
“God you scared me! Cant you make a little more noise and maybe give me a little warning the next time you sneak up on me?” Bulma frowned at him darkly and made her way up the hall towards him. She was used to having Vegeta roam around her house in his training gear and she wrinkled her nose at his sweaty smell as she passed him at the top of the stairs, ignoring the prickling feeling that raced down her spine when she drew close to him. “Anyway, not that it’s any of your business but Yamcha is coming over so we can talk.”
The sarcasm in her voice raised Vegeta’s eyebrows and his gaze followed her as she slipped past him on the stairs. “Why does that idiot want to talk?”
“Because he’s a moron that doesn’t understand that when I say it’s over, I mean it’s over – seeing me in the flesh or talking on the phone makes no difference to me.” Bulma paused and glanced back up the stairs at the saiyan, her head tilted to the side quizzically. “Thanks for helping to knock some sense into me earlier; you were more help then you knew, Vegeta.”
Vegeta merely made a disagreeable sound and turned to make his way to the bathroom, his figure quickly disappearing around the corner. His voice drifted back down to Bulma though and she grinned at his words, “You’re thanking me for threatening to kill you? You’re more an idiot then I thought.”
It was strange, Bulma reflected as she made her way down the remaining stairs, but Vegeta sounded almost pleased.
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A/N – Short and sweet but I liked writing this It was a pleasant way to spend an hour or so!
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A/N – Thanks for reviewing. I just wanted say a special hello to cccinimenvegeta who left a review that I can only assume was a commentary on how all B/V get together fics are similar. Well, I want to reassume him/her that Yamcha will not get all rapey, Vegeta will not save the day and Bulma and Vegeta will not get close because he “saves her” from the horror of Yamcha. Lol.
Thank you to everyone else who left me reviews – it’s good to be back and be writing again! The Storm is probably only going to have relatively small chapters. I’m writing it bit by bit as I get inspired…so while I will try and write this consistently, it will be fairly short and sweet.
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Rage bubble up in the pit of Bulma’s stomach as she watched Vegeta walk away, his entire presence bristling with anger. What did he have to be angry about? She was the one hurting, she was the one who had been cheated on and she was the one who had been used! How dare he come into her house and treat her like absolute dirt – as though the entire situation was her fault! How could he? How dare he!
“Bastard!”
Before she could think what she was doing Bulma stood up and hurled the wet paper towel at Vegeta’s back as he disappeared out the doorway, secretly enjoying the wet ‘thwack’ sound it made when it hit him square between the shoulders and then plopped to the ground. She gritted her teeth and refused to back down as he spun around looking outraged and took a step in her direction with his hands clenched tightly into fists.
“I could kill you for that…” He spluttered angrily, his eyes running between the offending paper towel and the clearly emotional woman who stood at the table almost vibrating with anger.
“Then go ahead and kill me!” Bulma cried rawly from between her clenched teeth. Anger still coursed through her body and she strode forward until she was well and truly in Vegeta’s personal space; holding her face only a few inches from his. “Go on and do it! If you’re such a tough guy then just do it!”
Bulma managed to keep her voice steady as she stood closer to Vegeta then she had ever been before, her anger making her completely unafraid of the man who had originally arrived on Earth to massacre her friends. In the back of mind, even through the rage, Bulma noted how hot the air around him felt and how, just like Goku, he had a strange smell that she likened to that of rain She looked deep into his obsidian eyes and felt shock course through her as she noted the smirk starting to curve his lips. He found her funny? Was he laughing at her?
“Don’t you dare laugh at me!” Bulma hissed and raised a hand to slap the nasty little smirk off his smug face, gasping when Vegeta instantly caught her hand in his and held it mid air. She tugged at her hand but he held onto it easily, his grip firm but not painful. He was watching her as though fascinated by her fiery display – the smirk growing until he was almost smiling at her with amusement. Bulma felt a shiver of fear slide down her spine as he watched her intently, but she refused to show any sign of it. She’d be damned if she’d let Vegeta know how unnerved she was.
“You look much better when you’re angry.” The saiyan murmured to her with that small smirk still dancing on his lips, “Much better then when you were crying pathetically on the table.” He held her eyes for a moment longer and then released her hand and took a step back, his eyes darting momentarily to her lips before he they again clashed with her glimmering baby blues. “I’d stay angry if I were you…that idiot isn’t worth your tears.”
Vegeta glanced down at the paper towel and the smirk widened before he stepped over it and strode out of the room, the sound of his chuckling drifting back to Bulma who could only clench her fists and growl in frustration and embarrassment. Losing control of herself was one thing; after all she had always had a fiery temper. But losing control of herself and actually goading Vegeta to attack her was quite another! Not that she’d believed he’d hurt her for a second; Vegeta needed her and her family and, more so, he needed a place to stay while he trained for the coming battle with the Androids.
Dimly Bulma registered that the rage she had directed at Vegeta had really been meant for Yamcha. Really, she thought to herself, Vegeta had taken her shrewish behaviour quite well. Goodness knows that he would have done to her once upon a time…back in the days when he’d slaughtered most of her friends and had come close to killing Goku. Those days were long gone though, it seemed as though an age had passed since she’d first seen Vegeta – watching through Baba’s crystal ball. It wasn’t that Vegeta was a completely changed man, but he did seem to have mellowed out slightly since Frieza had been killed. The guy had issues, everyone knew that, but maybe knowing that Frieza was dead had laid some of his demons to rest.
Bulma sighed and collapsed onto a seat on the table. She was an idiot! She really, really was! She rested her head on her hands and took a deep calming breath; really she needed to act now while she still felt strong enough. She needed to call Yamcha and let him know it was over between them…if the girl was still at his house and he didn’t pick up then she would just leave him a message and let him know she needed to speak to him. Maybe it was cowardly not to confront him face to face, but she didn’t want to deal with Yamcha’s excuses or watch him try to make amends.
Yamcha was a good guy underneath it all, but if he was seeing other people then he couldn’t be happy with her and ending it was for the best. Letting him go would hurt; after all, he’d been a big part of her life for so many years, but she couldn’t go on pretending that their relationship was great when it wasn’t.
Besides, deep down she knew Vegeta was right and that Yamcha wasn’t worth her tears.
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Bulma hung the phone up and let out a long frustrated sigh. That had been the hardest phone call that she’d ever had to make. Yamcha had been frustrating to deal with on the phone and in retrospect she should have seen him face to face to get everything out of the way. Now she had not only had to go through a ridiculous phone conversation that had gone nowhere but Yamcha was on his way over to “talk things out” with her.
They hadn’t had a problem on the phone because he’d lied or tried to excuse himself, it had been because he couldn’t believe that Bulma wouldn’t forgive him. He admitted having an affair with one of the trainers from his gym but swore it meant nothing to him. He’d pleaded, begged, whined and finally had tried to turn on the charm…but Bulma hadn’t relented, so after a two hour long phone call that had gone nowhere he was on his way over.
“Great.” Bulma mumbled to herself and wandered out of her bedroom and into her private bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and winced. She really did look terrible – Vegeta had been right about that. She had dried blood from the cuts on her hands streaked on her face, her skin looked blotchy and her eyes were red from crying. Not wanting to look like a complete and utter mess, Bulma washed her face with cold water and then put some eye drops in so at least she wouldn’t look like she’d been bawling over him. The last thing she wanted to do was start crying again or even to let him know she’d been crying, although Yamcha would probably be able to tell instantly that she had been upset. Never mind. Every time she even started to feel the least bit like crying about the end of their relationship she’d just take Vegeta’s advice and get mad.
Making a face at herself in the mirror Bulma walked back into the bedroom and changed into a nice neutral outfit – jeans and a long sleeved blue shirt. There. Now she felt all armored up for the coming talk with Yamcha. The woman who’d been hurting herself and crying like a child was long gone and in her place was the righteously angry Bulma Briefs! All she had to do was go downstairs and wait for him to show up, maybe watch some television while she waited or make some coffee for them to have while they “talked”.
“This was going to be tough…” Bulma muttered to herself as she walked out of her room and closed the door behind her.
“What will be tough?”
Bulma squeaked with fright and turned around to see Vegeta loitering in the hallway at the top of the stairs, a clean towel in one hand and a fresh change of clothes in the other. He was shirtless and covered with a fine layer of sweat – clearly the saiyan prince was on his way in after doing some training.
“God you scared me! Cant you make a little more noise and maybe give me a little warning the next time you sneak up on me?” Bulma frowned at him darkly and made her way up the hall towards him. She was used to having Vegeta roam around her house in his training gear and she wrinkled her nose at his sweaty smell as she passed him at the top of the stairs, ignoring the prickling feeling that raced down her spine when she drew close to him. “Anyway, not that it’s any of your business but Yamcha is coming over so we can talk.”
The sarcasm in her voice raised Vegeta’s eyebrows and his gaze followed her as she slipped past him on the stairs. “Why does that idiot want to talk?”
“Because he’s a moron that doesn’t understand that when I say it’s over, I mean it’s over – seeing me in the flesh or talking on the phone makes no difference to me.” Bulma paused and glanced back up the stairs at the saiyan, her head tilted to the side quizzically. “Thanks for helping to knock some sense into me earlier; you were more help then you knew, Vegeta.”
Vegeta merely made a disagreeable sound and turned to make his way to the bathroom, his figure quickly disappearing around the corner. His voice drifted back down to Bulma though and she grinned at his words, “You’re thanking me for threatening to kill you? You’re more an idiot then I thought.”
It was strange, Bulma reflected as she made her way down the remaining stairs, but Vegeta sounded almost pleased.
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A/N – Short and sweet but I liked writing this It was a pleasant way to spend an hour or so!
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