Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Storm ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Vegeta Goddess 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.05.2011 | Updated On: 06.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 600 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.05.2011 | Updated On: 06.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 600 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ!
A/N – Thank you to everyone who is reviewing I do love reading reviews and feedback! This chapter is a mix of a drabble I wrote for an LJ challenge, so I hope everything had knitted together nicely!
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Today was going to be a good day, Vegeta was sure of it. He'd never been the kind of man to lay bets on things - after all, in his line of work you learned to never make assumptions and always to prepare for the worse -but he was certain that after Bulma's little 'talk' with her idiot boyfriend, they would be separated for good...which meant that maybe, just maybe, he might get an opportunity to bed the woman and get her out of his system.
It was reasonably distracting to live in close quarters to such a beautiful woman, but to be so close to her when he'd been without female company for so long was infuriating and frustrating all at the same time. So much so that if he hadn't been so busy training to surpass Kakarot and to defeat the androids, he would have sought out a professional woman to take care of his needs and hopefully get thoughts of the blue haired creature out of his head.
He tossed his damp towel carelessly down on theand pulled on a fresh pair of training shorts, rolling his shoulders to ease some of the tension out of them. The hot shower he'd taken had helped, but his muscles were still aching from his punishing mid-morning workout. His early morningsession had been ruined by the woman'searlierand then ruined further by his own traitorous thoughts, but he'd more then made up for it afterwards. Damnwoman for being so distracting! His training needed to come first,not some weak little woman who couldn't even choose a suitable mate for herself!
Snorting with disdain for the human Yamcha, Vegeta pulled on a black shirt and wandered down towards the kitchen. His keen nose had picked up the smell of freshly brewed coffee and his stomach began growling accordingly.
Vegeta paused outside of the kitchen door as Bulma’s voice reached him – the tone shrill and angry. Were the woman andidiot having their little chat already?He inched closer, aware that he was eavesdropping but not caring, and peeked carefully around the corner. The weakling Yamcha was standing defensively behind the kitchen table while Bulma glared angrily at him. Her wrathful gaze, hard and unyielding, keeping the human warrior pinned to his spot like an earthling bug. Vegeta resisted the urge to chuckle as he watched Bulma bristle like an angry cat at whatever Yamcha had just said to her.
"You're going to try to blame me for what happened?" She crossed her arms across her chest and glared daggers at the wild haired bandit. "I can't believe you! I only allowed you to come around here because you kept insisting that I needed to hear your side of the story before I cut you out of my life for good, and what do I get instead?" She paused dramatically and narrowed her eyes further still, her voice dripping with scorn. "I get some stupid excuse about how I'm the person to blame because apparently I pay too much attention to Vegeta!"
"Bulma, I'm not trying to excuse what I did...I know it was wrong and I'm sorry...but you have to admit that I have a good reason for thinking that something was already going on between you two." Yamcha stammered out his words hesitantly, clearly not liking the direction that their 'talk' had taken but unwilling to back down until he'd had his story heard. He took a deep breath and continued, “I’m not going to make excuses for myself, I’m just trying to explain why I felt…felt the need to…to…”
Bulma’s blue eyes had narrowed further as he talked, and Yamcha’s voice faltered as she interrupted his speech to finish it for him, her voice flat and tired sounding. “…Why you felt entitled to go out and screw another woman?”
“That’s not what I meant! I didn’t feel entitled! I just felt…lonely.” Yamcha sighed and ran a hand through his hair, a gesture which reminded Vegeta of Kakarot, as though Yamcha had spent a large amount of time emulating the stronger saiyan. “Bulma, I love you…but…”
“Yeah, ‘but’.” Bulma sighed and wrapped her arms around herself, glancing away from Yamcha briefly. “I know there are a lot of ‘buts’ between us, but I don’t think that it’s fair for you to go around accusing me of ignoring you! I’ve done nothing but support you, and yes Vegeta too, while you’ve all been training! You think you’ve been lonely? Well, I’m the one who was stuck at home by myself while you went out training…and now I don’t even know if I can believe that you really were out training all those times…
“Bulma…”
“No! Don’t interrupt! I’ve been so lonely here without anyone to talk to, but I was willing to put up with it because I thought I loved you…”
“You thought you loved me?”
The hurt in Yamcha’s voice made Vegeta smile nastily and duck back around the corner while he stifled a laugh. Their conversation was undoubtedly something which he shouldn’t be listening to, but as he seemed to be one of the issues between them, he couldn’t make himself walk away. He was very interested to know what it was that Yamcha had thought Bulma had been doing behind his back. In the kitchen, their voices were growing louder again and Vegeta tuned back into the conversation.
“…Well think about it from my point of view, Bulma! Every time I came around here to visit it was Vegeta this and Vegeta that! Vegeta can I get you some sauce for your ribs? Vegeta can I retune the gravity machine for you? Vegeta would you like a cold drink?” Yamcha’s voice took on a girly quality as he mimicked Bulma. “I mean, you spent most of your time running around after him and waiting on him hand and foot! You’re acting like some stupid girl with a crush!”
“What?” Bulma screeched, taking a menacing step towards Yamcha. “You take that back!” She growled angrily, her mouth was twisting into a fierce scowl as she stalked around the kitchen table a few paces, forcing Yamcha to back away to avoid her.
“I’m not taking it back! It’s true!” Yamcha looked almost as angry as Bulma as he backed away and then abruptly stood his ground, holding up a hand to forestall whatever she had been about to say. “You know it is – otherwise you wouldn’t be so angry!”
“I’m angry because you’re wrong, you moron! Do you know how stupid you sound? It’s bad enough that I never get to see you anymore because of your training but when you do show up all you do is fling accusations at me and try and make excuses for your cheating!” Bulma had stopped her angry advance and was now standing in the middle of the kitchen looking genuinely upset. “I mean, we’re talking and Vegeta! For one thing, he pretty much hates me! And do you really think, in a million years, that I’d ever have an affair with him? Kami, give me a little a credit! I do have some self respect! I’m not going to go around throwing myself at every muscle bound man who happens to cross my path!”
Vegeta eyes widened in surprise and his mouth dropped open in shock. It was only with a great force of will that he made himself move away from the door and their argument – his pride smarting a little at Bulma’s horrified and indignant tone. What did she even mean about having too much self respect? Too much self respect to cheat on Yamcha or too much self respect to lower herself to sleeping with him?
Glowering, Vegeta crept back down the hallway and away from their argument which was growing progressively louder. Despite Bulma’s protests, Vegeta could see why the human might have been a little jealous of the way Bulma treated him. The woman did pay him a lot of attention…it was one of the reasons why Vegeta had initially been surprised to discover that Yamcha was her mate; she simply didn’t act like it most of the time.
It wasn’t just that she was constantly bringing him food or helping to fix his gravity machine, Bulma had done other things which had encouraged Vegeta to entertain thoughts about her. Such as when the gravity machine had exploded and he had been knocked unconscious for a day or so; the woman had stayed by his bed the entire time. When he’d first realised that she was there out of concern for him he’d been taken aback…no one had ever shown any level of concern for him before and he hadn’t known what to think about it, so he’d simply got out of there and hadn’t spoken about it again.
Looking back, that was undoubtedly when his attraction to the woman had really started in earnest. In some strange way he’d started thinking about her as his, and the feeling hadn’t quite gone away no matter how hard he trained or what he meditated on; the woman was always in the back of his mind. Perhaps if he had been able to bed her at the start he could have worked the attraction out of his system, but the strange soft spot he had for the woman was ever present now.
“Get out! It’s over between us Yamcha…so just go!” Bulma’s voice, sharp enough to cut glass, sliced through the air and Vegeta smirked to himself as he heard Yamcha muttering to himself angrily before slamming the door on the way out.
Yes, today was going to be a good day…
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A/N – I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please do review and let me know if you’re enjoying this ^_^
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A/N – Thank you to everyone who is reviewing I do love reading reviews and feedback! This chapter is a mix of a drabble I wrote for an LJ challenge, so I hope everything had knitted together nicely!
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Today was going to be a good day, Vegeta was sure of it. He'd never been the kind of man to lay bets on things - after all, in his line of work you learned to never make assumptions and always to prepare for the worse -but he was certain that after Bulma's little 'talk' with her idiot boyfriend, they would be separated for good...which meant that maybe, just maybe, he might get an opportunity to bed the woman and get her out of his system.
It was reasonably distracting to live in close quarters to such a beautiful woman, but to be so close to her when he'd been without female company for so long was infuriating and frustrating all at the same time. So much so that if he hadn't been so busy training to surpass Kakarot and to defeat the androids, he would have sought out a professional woman to take care of his needs and hopefully get thoughts of the blue haired creature out of his head.
He tossed his damp towel carelessly down on theand pulled on a fresh pair of training shorts, rolling his shoulders to ease some of the tension out of them. The hot shower he'd taken had helped, but his muscles were still aching from his punishing mid-morning workout. His early morningsession had been ruined by the woman'searlierand then ruined further by his own traitorous thoughts, but he'd more then made up for it afterwards. Damnwoman for being so distracting! His training needed to come first,not some weak little woman who couldn't even choose a suitable mate for herself!
Snorting with disdain for the human Yamcha, Vegeta pulled on a black shirt and wandered down towards the kitchen. His keen nose had picked up the smell of freshly brewed coffee and his stomach began growling accordingly.
Vegeta paused outside of the kitchen door as Bulma’s voice reached him – the tone shrill and angry. Were the woman andidiot having their little chat already?He inched closer, aware that he was eavesdropping but not caring, and peeked carefully around the corner. The weakling Yamcha was standing defensively behind the kitchen table while Bulma glared angrily at him. Her wrathful gaze, hard and unyielding, keeping the human warrior pinned to his spot like an earthling bug. Vegeta resisted the urge to chuckle as he watched Bulma bristle like an angry cat at whatever Yamcha had just said to her.
"You're going to try to blame me for what happened?" She crossed her arms across her chest and glared daggers at the wild haired bandit. "I can't believe you! I only allowed you to come around here because you kept insisting that I needed to hear your side of the story before I cut you out of my life for good, and what do I get instead?" She paused dramatically and narrowed her eyes further still, her voice dripping with scorn. "I get some stupid excuse about how I'm the person to blame because apparently I pay too much attention to Vegeta!"
"Bulma, I'm not trying to excuse what I did...I know it was wrong and I'm sorry...but you have to admit that I have a good reason for thinking that something was already going on between you two." Yamcha stammered out his words hesitantly, clearly not liking the direction that their 'talk' had taken but unwilling to back down until he'd had his story heard. He took a deep breath and continued, “I’m not going to make excuses for myself, I’m just trying to explain why I felt…felt the need to…to…”
Bulma’s blue eyes had narrowed further as he talked, and Yamcha’s voice faltered as she interrupted his speech to finish it for him, her voice flat and tired sounding. “…Why you felt entitled to go out and screw another woman?”
“That’s not what I meant! I didn’t feel entitled! I just felt…lonely.” Yamcha sighed and ran a hand through his hair, a gesture which reminded Vegeta of Kakarot, as though Yamcha had spent a large amount of time emulating the stronger saiyan. “Bulma, I love you…but…”
“Yeah, ‘but’.” Bulma sighed and wrapped her arms around herself, glancing away from Yamcha briefly. “I know there are a lot of ‘buts’ between us, but I don’t think that it’s fair for you to go around accusing me of ignoring you! I’ve done nothing but support you, and yes Vegeta too, while you’ve all been training! You think you’ve been lonely? Well, I’m the one who was stuck at home by myself while you went out training…and now I don’t even know if I can believe that you really were out training all those times…
“Bulma…”
“No! Don’t interrupt! I’ve been so lonely here without anyone to talk to, but I was willing to put up with it because I thought I loved you…”
“You thought you loved me?”
The hurt in Yamcha’s voice made Vegeta smile nastily and duck back around the corner while he stifled a laugh. Their conversation was undoubtedly something which he shouldn’t be listening to, but as he seemed to be one of the issues between them, he couldn’t make himself walk away. He was very interested to know what it was that Yamcha had thought Bulma had been doing behind his back. In the kitchen, their voices were growing louder again and Vegeta tuned back into the conversation.
“…Well think about it from my point of view, Bulma! Every time I came around here to visit it was Vegeta this and Vegeta that! Vegeta can I get you some sauce for your ribs? Vegeta can I retune the gravity machine for you? Vegeta would you like a cold drink?” Yamcha’s voice took on a girly quality as he mimicked Bulma. “I mean, you spent most of your time running around after him and waiting on him hand and foot! You’re acting like some stupid girl with a crush!”
“What?” Bulma screeched, taking a menacing step towards Yamcha. “You take that back!” She growled angrily, her mouth was twisting into a fierce scowl as she stalked around the kitchen table a few paces, forcing Yamcha to back away to avoid her.
“I’m not taking it back! It’s true!” Yamcha looked almost as angry as Bulma as he backed away and then abruptly stood his ground, holding up a hand to forestall whatever she had been about to say. “You know it is – otherwise you wouldn’t be so angry!”
“I’m angry because you’re wrong, you moron! Do you know how stupid you sound? It’s bad enough that I never get to see you anymore because of your training but when you do show up all you do is fling accusations at me and try and make excuses for your cheating!” Bulma had stopped her angry advance and was now standing in the middle of the kitchen looking genuinely upset. “I mean, we’re talking and Vegeta! For one thing, he pretty much hates me! And do you really think, in a million years, that I’d ever have an affair with him? Kami, give me a little a credit! I do have some self respect! I’m not going to go around throwing myself at every muscle bound man who happens to cross my path!”
Vegeta eyes widened in surprise and his mouth dropped open in shock. It was only with a great force of will that he made himself move away from the door and their argument – his pride smarting a little at Bulma’s horrified and indignant tone. What did she even mean about having too much self respect? Too much self respect to cheat on Yamcha or too much self respect to lower herself to sleeping with him?
Glowering, Vegeta crept back down the hallway and away from their argument which was growing progressively louder. Despite Bulma’s protests, Vegeta could see why the human might have been a little jealous of the way Bulma treated him. The woman did pay him a lot of attention…it was one of the reasons why Vegeta had initially been surprised to discover that Yamcha was her mate; she simply didn’t act like it most of the time.
It wasn’t just that she was constantly bringing him food or helping to fix his gravity machine, Bulma had done other things which had encouraged Vegeta to entertain thoughts about her. Such as when the gravity machine had exploded and he had been knocked unconscious for a day or so; the woman had stayed by his bed the entire time. When he’d first realised that she was there out of concern for him he’d been taken aback…no one had ever shown any level of concern for him before and he hadn’t known what to think about it, so he’d simply got out of there and hadn’t spoken about it again.
Looking back, that was undoubtedly when his attraction to the woman had really started in earnest. In some strange way he’d started thinking about her as his, and the feeling hadn’t quite gone away no matter how hard he trained or what he meditated on; the woman was always in the back of his mind. Perhaps if he had been able to bed her at the start he could have worked the attraction out of his system, but the strange soft spot he had for the woman was ever present now.
“Get out! It’s over between us Yamcha…so just go!” Bulma’s voice, sharp enough to cut glass, sliced through the air and Vegeta smirked to himself as he heard Yamcha muttering to himself angrily before slamming the door on the way out.
Yes, today was going to be a good day…
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A/N – I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please do review and let me know if you’re enjoying this ^_^
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