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I’m
quite sure this story has been told to death—and told in many different
ways. But this is my version on how
Bulma and Vegeta fell for each other.
Now if you can remember back in June, I submitted four installments of
this story under the title “The Romance of the Century”. Well, I really felt that the title was a tad
bit over the top, and I really wasn’t finished writing the story yet. And I thought back to when I read a very
profound story about B/V (A shelter from my storm, which was my inspiration
to write my story!) and the author Teresa wrote that she would leave her
stories untitled until she finished them.
So I yanked my installments off fanfiction.net and decided to work on
the spelling/grammar errors and complete the rest on my story. So now I am finished, and here is the
complete fanfiction in its entirety.
But please be advised, Bulma and Vegeta may seem a bit out of character,
not to mention the rest of the DBZ crew.
This story is more of an alternate universe sort of thing. So don’t get mad if Vegeta isn’t like Vegeta
on DBZ and write it in your review! I
don’t write for DBZ, I only watch it. J I made
Vegeta in my story as mean and evil as he is on the show, but I guess sometimes
that just isn’t enough for some fanfic readers. L But I put
decided to put his character in a metamorphosis. And another thing, this is a romance, but the romantic stuff
doesn’t happen right away, so read on and be patient please! It is full with romance, drama, and lots of
humor. The same way real life is. And yes, there is some corny parts, and
some slow moments. But it’s still
entertaining. And be warned: there is some lemon in my story, but it's not a hentai. But it is hot and spicy! J But enough
of my blabbering, on with the story.
But PLEASE send me a review and tell me what you think! This is
my first fanfic so please, don’t be too harsh on me!
DISCLIAMER
ALL
Dragonball Z characters are owned by the master Akria Toriyama and FUNimation
(gag) INC.
Please
do not sue me. J
Something
Wonderful
By
Gokusgirl
This Story’s events occur before the android saga. Goku is home now, and the Z fighters have been faced with information of the arrival of the androids in 3 years. Everyone is off to train and prepare, and our story beings at the Capsule Corporation.
-PART ONE-
It was enough that Goku had achieved in transforming to a Super Saiyan, but to witness a young boy to transform before his very eyes was the straw that broke the camel’s back! Enraged, Vegeta starts to do his pull-ups double-time. With every pull his muscles burn. Sweat is rolling off his chest and arms.
“Damn
you Kakarott!” He grumbled. After finally reaching to one thousand pull-ups,
Vegeta stopped and laid out on the floor of the gravity room, only pausing for a
minute before pulling himself up to check the gravity room monitor. 175.
He was doing exceptionally well today.
In about another week or two, he could move it up to 200. Vegeta stood and walked over to the monitor
and turned it off. He was in the gravity
room for twelve hours today, and he was exhausted. All he could think about was taking a long hot shower and
sleep. Grabbing his shirt and towel, he
turned off the lights and exited the gravity room.
This
was also the part of the day he dreaded most.
Since he was staying at the Capsule Corporation, the only place he could
stay was in Bulma’s apartment on the top floor. Always too proud to accept help from anyone, but he figured
staying there would be an advantage, since her father Dr. Briefs created the
gravity room for him. It’ was too
convenient. As he approached the
apartment’s door, he paused. He took in
a deep breath and entered.
“Well,
I thought you were going to sleep down there tonight.” Said Bulma. She was sitting on the couch in the living
room, feet kicked up on the coffee table.
She didn’t look in his direction as she spoke; she was too busy flipping
through channels on the television.
Vegeta gave no response to her comment; he just walked down the hallway
to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
He found it most irritating when she tried to keep up with his
whereabouts all the time. ‘Are all earth
women this way?’ Vegeta thought to himself. After stripping down and stepping into the shower, Vegeta heard a
tap at the door.
“What
is it now?” He blasted.
“I’m
just letting you know I’m going out, so don’t lock the door, okay?” Bulma said.
“Well
go on then!”
“Let
me finish! You can stay in my room tonight, I’ll probably come home late and I
don’t want to wake you. I’ll crash out
here, okay?”
As
tired as Vegeta was at that point, the corporation could have burned down
around him and he would have slept right through it. He was; however, a bit puzzled that Bulma had offered him to
sleep in her room. He had been staying there for months now and he was forced
to sleep in the living room on a pallet.
“Whatever.” Vegeta said with no concern.
“Fine, see you in the morning!”
Vegeta
listens as Bulma’s footsteps fade away from the door, and he hears her giggle
as she walks out the front door. Yamcha
was there. Vegeta found Yamcha to be
such an inferior being that lacked strength and intelligence. Considering the fact that Bulma was a
prodigy, he assumed she had to surround herself around ignorant people just to
make herself look better. No
matter. It was her choice, her life.
Vegeta
stepped out of the shower and dried himself.
He realized at that moment that it was absolutely quiet. He was overjoyed that tonight not only does
he get silence from Bulma’s big mouth, but also gets to sleep in a real
bed! Putting on his boxers and walking
out of the bathroom, he stood in hallway for a moment. He wanted to be sure that he had the
apartment to himself. Yeah, he
did. Vegeta approached Bulma’s bedroom
door. He had been curious about her
room; there were moments if he happen to walk by or quickly glance in there she
would quickly slam the door. Bulma’s bedroom was totally off limits to
him. But tonight, she invited him to
stay there.
He
slowly turned the knob and opened the door.
It was like opening a Pandora’s box for him. He stood there for a moment to quickly inventory everything in
the room. On the right hand wall there was a huge cherry pine desk with a file
cabinet next to it. On the desk there
were two computer monitors. Near the
patio doors across the room was a designer’s table or easel where Bulma
brainstorms ideas for the corporation.
On the left hand side of the room there were three huge bookcases filled
with books ranging from love novels, Hemingway to nuclear structures. Next to the bookcase was a small glass shelf
filled with what-knots and assorted items.
One item caught Vegeta’s eye and he walked closer to investigate. It was sphere-like, as big as a baseball,
and it was gold-orange in color with four stars in it. It was a Dragonball! In all its glory, it sat on a stand Bulma
obviously made. He had never seen a
Dragonball quite so small; he figured it was a model of the ones he saw on
Namek. Turning around he noticed the
king-size bed of Bulma’s, in the center of the room. Shaking his head, he wondered why does a small woman like her
need a bed that big. He looked over the
room once more. Everything was in its
place and very neat. Vegeta walked over
to her closet and opened it. He had never
seen such organization! He did admire
her for her neatness. Everything was
pressed and on hangers, the shoes were in racks neatly. He noticed a small 3-drawer dresser in the
closet, and he opened it up. He pulled
out one of the articles in the drawer to see what it was. To the touch, it felt like the softest
material he ever felt. It was pale blue
in color, and it almost shined. Opening
up the article he then realized this was Bulma’s prized possession: her
undergarments. The thought of rifling through
her personal belongings was fun for Vegeta, but coming across something like
this . . . he hadn’t anticipated that.
For a moment he felt embarrassed he had her panties in his hand. He stared to put them back but paused. Vegeta’s heart began to race with a feeling
he hadn’t felt before. It almost made
him dizzy. He started growing very warm
in the closet, so still with the panties in his hand he sat down on the bed. What is making him feel this way? Could it be that he was attracted to . . . Bulma?
“No,”
Vegeta said to himself. “She is not
even here to do this me.”
Vegeta
looked down at the undergarment in his hand.
Slowly, he brought them up to his nose and smelled them. The sweet smell of jasmine . . . he had
always smelled that on her. Only
moments when she walked by him or when she leaned over him to get something had
he smelled this scent. It was quite
intoxicating.
But
he couldn’t possibly be attracted to her, why Vegeta hated her. Bulma whines and complains too much, and he
honestly felt that Bulma disliked him also.
Still feeling dizzy, he convinced himself that he was just tired from
the training and placed the panties back in the their perceptive place and
closed the closet door.
Vegeta
turned down the bed linen and got into bed.
He let out a deep sigh. To
finally after months of sleeping in the floor, to lie in a soft bed! Turning over, Vegeta stared at the
Dragonball on the glass shelf, and his last thoughts as drifted off to sleep
were:
“Bulma! That silly little woman . . .”