DISCLAIMER:I'm keeping it real. I don't own DBZ or anything associated with it.
I just think that Vegeta is super hot! And before anyone says anything, Vegeta actually
DOES have a heart...sort of. By the way, this one’s rated R because of language and
slight sexual situations. I know this doesn't exactly follow the actual storyline, but
I don't want to hear it. This is MY original, so there! Lol, please enjoy this, my
first attempt at a DBZ fanfic.
Namek is such a beautiful planet and
the people here are nice. It was so nice to come here with Goku to get away from the
chaos I called my life on Earth. I was taking a leisurely stroll when I came across
Goku training with this man I'd never seen before in my life. His stamina was truly
awesome and he kept up with Goku's attacks. And he's a way better fighter, from what I
could see, than that bastard, Yamcha. God, he's such a prick for what he did to me. I
wish I could rip his head clear off his shoulders and hold it in my hand and...
“BULMA, GET OUT OF THE WAY, NOWWWWWWWWWW!!"
“Huh?”
Goku was yelling at me and I didn’t even pay attention. I heard him, yet I just stood
there dumbfounded. Goku’s attack was coming right at me. Luckily for me, Goku's
training partner came to my rescue by sweeping me off my feet mere seconds before
Goku's attack would have hit me. It feels like I’m in Heaven.
“Damn you, woman!” His voice was scratchy, yet oh so soothing at the same time. I
truly wanted to melt in his arms.
"Who the hell are you?”
“I am Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans. Got a problem with that, woman?” Vegeta's words
stabbed me like daggers as he put me back down on the ground.
“Um...no, and thank you for saving me And my name is Bulma. I resent be addressed as
'woman.'”
"Whatever...woman." Why is he so cold hearted?
"Gee, I'm really sorry, you guys," Goku chimed. "I guess I'm stronger than I thought I
was."
“Kakarot, you jackass! Watch where the fuck you're attacking! And you, woman, should
get the hell out of the way next time and stop living in a dream world." At this point,
I'm thinking Vegeta is a pompous idiot who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the
ground.
I wasn’t sure wheather to be happy that he cared or be angry that he just insulted me.
No matter. I fell in love with him at that moment, and I don’t even know why.
“Well, nobody asked you anyway, Vegeta, so kindly butt out!” I was fuming by this time.
He looked at me with his dark eyes and half smiled. Is he aware of my feelings for him?
"Kiss my ass, woman."
Vegeta smacked his buttocks with his right hand as he turned and walked away. He was
snickering as he made his way back over to where Goku was standing, the bastard.
“You okay, Bulma?” Goku inquired of me.
I simply nodded because I was enveloped in the warm feeling I had from being in
Vegeta’s muscular embrace. I was instantly given a reality check when he let me go. My
skin felt clammy and cold at the same time. I don’t know what to make of this.
“Let’s finish our training, Kakarot. I don't have time to be bothered by this stupid
ass woman.”
“Fuck off, Vegeta!" I screamed at him. "Go ahead and train; see if I care!"
“All right, then,” replied Goku with a grin “I’m sure you’ll enjoy the show.”
“You shouldn't care,” Vegeta added. "Just don't expect me to get you of of the way
again, fool."
Although he was acting like a jackass, I just wanted to see Vegeta’s skills since I
already knew that Goku was a phenomenal fighter. To add insult to injury, there was
something about him that made me feel all warm inside. Why the hell would I be
attracted to such a jerk? Heh, he would surely give Yamcha a run for his money.
Goku and Vegeta continued their training exercises as I sat under a nearby tree with my
thoughts. For reasons of which I had no idea, I wanted to ask Vegeta out for a date.
There was something about this man that drove me completely insane whenever I was
around him.
“I think she likes you, Vegeta,” chimed Goku. “Why not ask her out?”
“HELL NO, FUCK THAT, Kakarot!” Vegeta roared. "There is no way in hell that I would
ever 'date' that woman, or any woman for that matter. She's annoying and stupid as hell
and I don't want any part of it whatsoever, end of discussion."
"I've known Bulma for a long time," responded Goku, "since I was a kid and I saw that
gleam in her eye, man. Why not just talk to her and get to know her?"
"I SAID NO, GOD DAMN IT!" Vegeta's yelling could have broken the sound barrier.
"You're making a mistake, Vegeta," goaded Goku. "I didn't think I'd ever find anyone,
but then I met Chi-Chi. We love each other unconditionally and we have Gohan. My life
couldn't be any better. I just want to see you happy, Vegeta. Would you at least try
for me, please?"
"GOD DAMN IT, no matter how much you beg, Kakarot, the answer is still NO! I DO NOT
WANT ANY RELATIONS WITH THAT WOMAN, EVER!"
"Fine," answered Goku. "Be alone for the rest of your miserable life. All I'm trying to
do is help you out. Do you appreciate it? No, you don't. Swallow your pride and ask her
out before I blast you with my Super Kamehameha!"
“Son of a bitch. You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Vegeta growled at Goku.
Goku started laughing. “Nope.”
Vegeta heaved a heavy sigh. “Damn it, Kakarot. All right. I’ll go and talk to her once
we’re finished here and YOU had better be gone when I do so!"
“Hey, no problem there,” Goku responded. “I have to get home to Chi-Chi and Gohan
anyway. Good luck and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
"Go fuck yourself, Kakarot," Vegeta mumbled under his breath as Goku waved.
"See you later, Bulma," Goku shouted. "I'm off to visit with Kami for a while before I
go home."
* * *
"Blast that Kakarot! He thinks he can just order me around like a fucking child! I
ought to kill his ass and be done with him! I've got to admit, however, that woman sure
is beautiful. What the hell am I thinking? I will not allow myself to succumb to these
strange emotions, not now, not ever!" Vegeta pondered to himself.
I saw from the corner of my eye Goku taking flight and Vegeta standing alone. He turned
around and looked right at me, but I turned away bashfully. My heart began to race as I
turned back to see him coming towards me. I thought I was going to faint when he sat
down next to me.
“So, how long have you known Kakarot?” he asked me.
“Goku and I met on Earth and we’ve been friends ever since he was a little boy. I
helped him in his quest to find the Dragonballs. I live at Capsule Corporation where I
build airships and I built a special Dragon Radar that helped us track down all seven
Dragonballs.”
Vegeta’s eyes glanced over me as he nodded. I’m not sure, but I think he may like me,
but I doubt it.
“Fascinating. Kakarot wants me to take you out on a date, whatever the hell that is. I
normally take orders from no one, but I am doing this as a favor to him. Let's go so we
can get this shit over with so I can be done with you once and for all."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, woman. Let's go!"
"Um...all right. When is a good time for you?" I asked.
Vegeta turned to the now setting sun. His profile was incredibly sexy. Tiny drops of
sweat ran down his face and I could tell he was extremely nervous yet very bold. Then
he started laughing.
“Never,” he smirked. "Saiyans don't date, or love for that matter." I truly wanted to
punch his fucking lights out.
Vegeta was practically right in my face, but I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing
hysterically. It would seem that his antics were funny to me, but I somehow knew it was
all an act. I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face. Seeing
Vegeta’s face turn a bright shade of red got me laughing even more. I was obviously
pissing him off, which made the situation even funnier.
“What the hell? Woman, are you turning me down? HOW DARE YOU!? NO ONE TURNS DOWN THE
SAIYAN PRINCE!”
"Well, you're the one who said never, you dumbass!" My laughter quickly subsided not
long after Vegeta had his screaming fit. "And for the last fucking time, MY NAME IS
BULMA!"
His yelling struck fear from deep within me. My heart raced as if every beat was my
last. I found it hard to breathe and began gasping for air. Vegeta was highly upset and,
as a result, he turned and flew away, leaving me with my thoughts. All I wanted was for
him to get cleaned up first.
“Vegeta, I just wanted to.....”
Damn it. He’s gone.
* * *
Meanwhile, at an undisclosed location....
“I need a hot shower after training with Kakarot.”
I stepped into the shower, after undressing, and let the water stream down my back. It
burned a bit, yet it was so refreshing. I proceeded to wash up and turned off the
faucets when I was finished.
“Ahhhh, much better.”
I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the bathroom. I couldn't get that damn woman
out of my mind. What are these feelings I'm having? Well, I won't worry about that now;
it's not like I'll ever see her again. On my way to put clean clothes on, I was stopped
in my tracks when the doorbell rang.
“Who the hell could that be?” I thought to myself.
I opened the door just a crack so I could see who was outside. It was that woman whom I
couldn't stand, yet there was something about her that made my skin crawl. She was
wearing a red dress off the shoulders. Her aquamarine hair flowed freely over her bare
shoulders. I’m fortunate that I am wearing this towel to hide the humongous hard-on I
just got. This was my chance to redeem myself. I most definitely wanted her in my life,
but I didn’t have the guts to tell her. Besides, the Saiyan Prince has a reputation to
keep. I'll just get rid of her so I don't have to deal with these feelings I'm having
right now.
“It’s fucking cold out here, Vegeta! Let me in, please!”
"Give me a god damn minute, woman!"
I wasn’t about to let her freeze to death, so I invited her inside. She looked even
more radiant than our first encounter. I almost wished I didn’t have to put clothes on,
but there was no way in hell I was going to make her aware of that. Saiyans aren't
supposed to love, or so I thought.
"What the fuck are you doing here, woman?"
"For your information, I came to apologize for laughing in your face. I know it was
very rude of me and I'm sorry, okay? AND STOP CALLING ME WOMAN! MY NAME IS BULMA!"
“Whatever, bitch. Sit down and get warmed up while I go get dressed. I just got of of
the shower and I'm freezing my ass off."
I gazed at her hips swaying past me as she made her way over to the couch and sat down.
Kami, I wanted her, I needed her. NO! Ugh, I can't get her out of my mind. Damn you,
Bulma Briefs!
I went over to the couch and made myself comfortable. Did Vegeta really have to spoil
it by getting dressed? Calm down, girl. He can’t know; not yet. I still can't figure
out why he's being suck a dickhead!
“Okay. Take your time. I’ll be here.”
Vegeta left the room and came back a few minutes later still in his towel, much to my
surprise. I guess he really didn't want to get dressed after all. All that I could
smell his after shave and it drove me insane. He looked stunningly handsome. All of a
sudden, a warm, soothing feeling enveloped my body, a feeling I once had whenever I was
with Yamcha. No, scratch that. This feeling is MUCH better.
“Heh. Like what you see, do you?” The smirk on his face told me he was toying with me
and I was playing right into his hand.
“Well, as a matter of fact, I do, thank you.”
“You don’t look half bad yourself. Where do you want to go? I want to get this shit
over with as soon as possible.”
“Thanks, and it doesn’t matter where we go. But shouldn't you get dressed first?”
"I'll get dressed when I'm damn good and ready, woman!"
I know I was blushing but it didn’t matter. What I really wanted was to take the grand
tour of his bedroom, if you know what I mean. Yet, I still wondered why he was so cold,
so I mustered up the courage to ask him point blank.
"Before we go anywhere, I have a question for you. Why the HELL are you being so
fucking ignorant to me? You're so cold hearted! What did I do to you to be treated this
way! You piss me off, Vegeta, big time, but for some reason, I think I love you."
Vegeta’s eyes widened in surprise as I took a long, hard swallow. Did I just say that
out loud?
“WHAT?! You don't even fucking know me, woman. How the hell have you come to this
conclusion?"
"All right. Knock it off with the tough guy act, you fucking jerk-off. I happen to have
feelings, not that you would know what that means!"
"I..I don't understand," Vegeta stammered. "Most people think I'm a conceited,
insensitive prick. Why are you going out of your way to be nice to me?"
“Well, I’m not most people.” What a way to break the ice.
I barely got the words out. That’s because Vegeta pulled me onto his lap and pressed
his lips firmly against mine. I quickly responded by draping my arms around his
shoulders as his ungloved hands slid down to my hips. His touch sent a relaxing shiver
down my spine. The kiss grew deeper as our tongues caressed one another. We pulled away
from each other out of breath. As I gasped for air, I looked at him with widened eyes.
I was in complete and utter shock from what just happened.
“Is that what you wanted?” Much to my surprise, Vegeta was actually smiling.
"Y-yes," I panted as I looked him square in the eyes. "I love you, Vegeta, and I want
to be with you."
"What the fuck are you talking about, woman? You must be insane! Besides, I've already
told you that Saiyans don't love."
"Do you have any fucking clue what love is, Vegeta? Have you actually experienced it?"
"No!" he grumbled. "If you know so damn much about it, why don't you explain it to me?"
"I...I don't know how to explain it, but I'll try. Love is a feeling that makes you
feel all warm inside, especially when you're with someone special. Usually, when two
people love each other, they show it by having sex. Sex is--"
"I know what sex is, idiot," he sarcastically replied. "I've done that before."
"Well, so have I, so there! And it's a fucking wonder that anyone would sleep with your
arrogant ass!"
Vegeta grunted and kissed me once more. His tongue parted my lips almost immediately
and I kindly obliged. I felt his hands brushing over my shoulders and wandering down my
sides to my waist once more. My hands, too, began wandering. Vegeta sensed my actions
and grabbed both of my wrists with full force. I honestly thought he was going to break
my wrists with his bare hands.
"Not so fast, woman. Come with me."
Before I could answer, Vegeta pulled me off the couch and lead me down a dark hallway.
He flung the door open to reveal his bedroom. The king sized bed was placed in the
middle of the room and it was most definitely fit for a Prince. The walls were navy
blue with gold trim.
Vegeta motioned for me to sit on his bed and I did so. He reached down with his right
hand and grabbed his towel. I turned a whiter shade of pale and fear struck deep within
me. I wanted him to make love to me, but my instincts were telling me otherwise.
“What’s the matter, woman?” Vegeta asked.
“Something doesn’t feel right about this. I mean, we just met and all. I’m sorry.
Furthermore, I'm sick and tired of you calling me woman. I told you my name is Bulma,
damn it!”
Vegeta heaved a heavy, disgusted sigh and I thought he was going to start yelling at me
again, but he didn’t. He just walked over to a chest of drawers and pulled out a pair
of pants, a pair of briefs and two tee shirts.
“Then why the hell did you come here?” Vegeta asked as he proceeded to get dressed. I
really wasn’t ready to see him naked so I drew the blankets up over my head.
"Because I want to get to know you, you fucking moron!"
“You can come out now,” said a fully dressed Vegeta as he pelted me with the other tee
shirt he pulled from his drawer. “Put this on so you’ll be more comfortable and I’ll go
make some popcorn.”
I felt horrible about disappointing Vegeta, but I had to do what was right. If he truly
loves me, he’ll wait until I’m ready. I pulled my dress up over my head along with my
slip and put on the navy blue tee shirt that Vegeta threw at me. His smell was all over
it. I folded my clothes and set them on the bureau and placed my shoes under it. And I
kept my bra on as not to tempt Vegeta.
“Are you comfortable?” Vegeta asked as he entered the room with a bowl of buttered
popcorn. “So, you say you want to get to know me better. How so?"
Well, I wasn’t expecting that at all. I could almost feel the color draining from my
face and my body tensed. It took me a few seconds to respond, and I did so by following
my heart. I love this man.
“Have you ever been with a woman before?"
"FUCK, NO, WOMAN! My time is all spent on training to become the greatest Saiyan
warrior, that is, until I saw you."
Vegeta's voice was starting to crack and I knew then that he did have feelings for me
and was just too damned stubborn to admit it.
"I thought you said earlier that you'd had sex before, but yet you've never been with a
woman? Stop feeding me bullshit and tell the truth!"
"Fine," he growled at me. "I know what sex is, but I've yet to experience it. Happy
now?"
"Yes, and I promise I won't bite," I giggled. "Why don't you come over here and sit
down next to me?"
“Of course,” Vegeta nodded in agreement. “I just want to hold you in my arms and caress
you. Like I said, people think I’m the biggest asshole in the universe and I want to
prove to you that I’m not. Words can’t even describe how I’m feeling right now, but I
like it. Want some popcorn?”
“Sure.”
Vegeta handed the steaming hot bowl of popcorn to me as he climbed into bed and pulled
the blankets up to his waist. There I was sitting next to him and wearing his shirt. I
don’t think this night could be any better, or could it?
“Give me some popcorn, damn it!” Vegeta demanded in his normal scratchy voice. I kindly
obliged by taking an entire handful of popcorn and throwing it all over him. I once
again started laughing like crazy.
“I think you need to learn some manners, Vegeta.”
“Fuck manners. I am who I am and you apparently disregard that fact. Deal with it or
get the fuck out! By the way, I have feelings for you as well."
“What did you say?” My voice cracked as the words came out of my mouth.
“You heard me loud and clear! Don't make me say it again, damn you! Now, if you don't
mind, I’d like to put a fucking movie on and enjoy some popcorn without you throwing it
all over the damn bed, all right?”
"I thought Saiyans didn't have feelings."
Vegeta finally broke down. "Well, this one does. You are a female version of me. You're
feisty and you don't take any shit from anyone. Bulma, you and I are two of a kind."
I couldn’t believe my ears. He actually said he had feelings for me AND he called me by
my name. I would guess that Vegeta is usually more of an introvert when it comes to his
feelings. My mind drifted off to a far away place and I was oblivious to the fact that
Vegeta was still bitching about the popcorn I threw at him. I didn’t care because the
man I love truly loves me, too. Even though he didn't come right out and say he loved
me, I somehow knew.
“EARTH TO BULMA! ARE YOU THERE?” Vegeta was yelling to get my attention. He then took
some of the popcorn I threw at him and threw it all over me and some went down my
shirt.
“I’m here, damn! I was just thinking about what you said, that’s all. Now why don’t you
put that movie on so we can relax?”
“Very well,” Vegeta responded with a sheepish grin adorning his face. He took the VCR
remote into his hand and pressed the play button. Then he took me in his arms while we
polished off the popcorn.
"Wanna know something, Vegeta?"
"No, I don't. Shut the fuck up so I can hear the movie!"
"Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. Fate has brought us together because of our mutual
loneliness. I truly believe that we are meant to be together."
"Whatever."
I started to chuckle as Vegeta flooded my neck with soft, subtle kisses which tickled
yet felt good at the same time. I was satisfied with just being with him. Making love
would come after we get to know each other better, I hope. It was going to take some
time to get Vegeta to open up to me more, but this was a very good start. We finally
fell asleep in each other's arms long after that stupid movie ended as if we had been
lovers for eternity.
