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I'll be your woman	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 6954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

Miss Bulma Briefs; one the top leading scientist in the world next to her father, a heiress to the mighty Capsule Corporation, a fashionsita and the most sought after bachelorette this society has ever seen. Bulma mused on her many titles with haughty egotism; everything she has ever gained in her life she worked herself to the bone to gain. She studied countless hours as a child to understand the intranet workings of the company as well as the science of mathematics to gain her infamous intelligence. She had countless high social interactions to better understand the world of sophistication and elegance so she may rule the higher class with her charm and countless priceless wardrobes to further along her status. She was a warrior in her own right of passage from the experience of being filled in a room of men in the cut throat business atmosphere; she stood her ground and earned their respect. She was fearless, always tossing her body in harms way in the adventures with her dear friend Goku, and the space travel to a hostile planet called Namek. It really showed her character putting herself out there all to bring back the ones she loved and considered great friends. Others of her social class would never place themselves in such a predicament instead allow the ‘common’ folk to do it for them; but no not Bulma Briefs. It was only when she would stare death in the face would she regret her choice but she still stuck on. All of this, every true sentence of her great and unique qualities meant nothing to him.

To him she was just a silly girl trying to play with the big boys because she liked their toys, she was a loud mouthed, vulgar, and brazen servant to his needs. It irked her beyond limits she didn’t realize she had. She would stomp her foot, cross her arms, faced flushed, and give a tongue lashing she has never gave another; yet he would not cower in fear of her wrath instead stand there with his cocky smirk and do the most undignified thing she ever witness. He would laugh and wave her off as he walked away. It nearly drove her to madness; his actions made her feel more fury than possible. He did not cower, nor did he fall hopelessly in lust for her and her beauty, and not once did he say any words of gratitude for all the tedious hard work she put forth in his training. She just wanted to stomp up to his sanctuary rip out the power supply and demand a thank you.

She loathed him and his set ways of womanizing and the abusing of her technologies. Sure he was using them to help with the battle with the androids but she knew for certain he did it for his own gain and his pathetic goal is defeating Son Goku. She snickered; she knew that such a feat would be near impossible for him since Goku fought for his family and friends opposed to fighting for his own personal gain. She knew for certain he would never obtain his goal but one day maybe his views would change and perhaps he would join the others. She had to hope, she had to let herself live in her fantasies because no matter how much she tried not to she fell for the violent man.

As many of the bad qualities he posses he had some remarkable ones that made up for the bad. He was regal walking around the complex head held high oozing his self proclaimed importance, the way he spoke true to the pure breed royal he claimed to be articulating his sentences is the most proper and profound way; she could tell the high intelligence he held in secret in which she admired. Another thing was his dedication to his goals; he trained like a man possessed from dawn to night coming in only for the substances of food and water. Sleep seemed far below him. In all that hard and dedicated training gave him a body Yamcha would never dream of. Only once had she the held the privilege of touching the molten steel of his body when the GR exploded from overuse and over pressure of the gravity simulator.

That was where it all began for her, her ultimate undoing. She saw him in a finer light; no longer lost in the shrouds of darkness and yet still keeping his mystery. She held him close and felt something she didn’t believe he had his heart thundered underneath her palm. It called to her with each thump and pump it said to her ‘I can still learn to love’. It made her head throb from the idea’s passing through them. She held him as a lover would and then it all began to turn for her.

She noticed his body first and foremost as she bandaged him; so many scars. She traced them as he laid there in a drug induced sleep and she pondered what horrors have you seen? What troubles you late at night when you lay in your bed? Can I ever be apart of your thoughts? Can I lay in your heart?

She sighed as she heard the tale tell sign of the man in question finish his training for food. She twitched as she watched him walk across her lawn giving her mothers greetings the usual grunt. His aura gave off the usual ‘don’t mess with me, I’m evil’ air; maybe it was the sole challenge of it all that made her fall harder than usual or maybe it was something more?

Before the man came to live with her after his long search in space she would never believe anyone if they had said to her she would love the vicious man because Yamcha was her one. She scoffed, how foolish she was. Yamcha was her first and only real relationship; of course she been on countless dinner dates with men of higher social standing but it only ever was a date. They played to close to the safe side and one of her guilty pleasures where living slightly on the danger side of life. I guess that was why she fell for Yamcha he was a bandit living on the land no obligations, no family other than his trusty shift changing cat Puar. She threw away her wish from the dragon in those days for her fated prince charming for Yamcha; but she couldn’t help wonder if she had to made that wish would it be the man in question standing before her that day? She shivered with the possibilities then quickly thanked her lucky stars she hadn’t; there would have been dire consequences since Goku was no where near in strength to face him on.

But in those golden years of her teenage life she and Yamcha went well together. They were playful, and lived an exciting love life. They were a couple that shouldn’t be in the eyes of higher society which only egged her on more, and yes she did love Yamcha. She wondered what happened to them; a useless question because she knew the answer. Over the years they seemed only to go through the motions of a relationship making movie dates and dinner dates so they would be able to distract them from the truth of the matter; they had nothing to offer another. The sex life even became tedious and boring; yet again going through the motions not looking for that excited high they once use to obtain. She became more demanding of Yamcha or threw herself in work to find herself away from him. As for Yamcha he had a stray eye on other women accepting any woman’s advances of flirtation on him; she really couldn’t blame him she was the only woman he was with. But the fact of the manner was he was her boyfriend. It wasn’t all that surprising when her new attendant came and demolished her relationship without even trying or realizing he had.

Yamcha hated the fact the man was welcomed there, hated it more than she thought he would. It also didn’t fail her to realize Yamcha’s jealousy. Yamcha seen how she would look at him, knew how she obsessed about him. That’s what finally ended it; a plain long lasting relationship was destroyed by the obsession and jealousy of one signal man letting it end on bitter terms.

Did she miss it? Did she miss Yamcha? To be honest with herself she was relieved it was finally over. Yet she still does care for her old love in a very friendly manner but nothing more. All her other raging emotions were now concentrated on the man who resides in her home. So close and yet so far away from her grasp.

Most handsome men she met she fell instantly for, swooning over their appearance and hoped they noticed her appreciative looks; but not him. When she first laid eyes on the man she scoffed at his height, he looked so little on the television screen standing next to the gigantic Sayian beside him. Even then his regal air showed she knew from the very beginning who the leader was. She hated him downright. The man came with the same ill intentions like every other villain she came across, immortality and to rule the planet. But he wished only to destroy it once he gained his wish. Then there was Namek when she nearly came face to face with him. He came swooping down from the sky with that cocky grin she became accustomed to but she could see under the confidence and fury he displayed there laid desperation. For the moment her fear subsided to curiousness, what could make him so desperate? Then she felt his eyes on her as he addressed her and she faltered but his gaze and scrutiny was removed from her to the next who joined there little gathering came. She laughed thinking how handsome he was trying to get his attention, she was foolish. That little date she wanted from the blue man came short when he killed him. Then her fear came back ten fold. His eyes spoke of the many horrific things he would do to them if they didn’t comply with his wishes. She was scared beyond words; she believed she even turned blue in the face.

Once the disaster was adverted on Namek by the ever present hero Goku her joy came. Safe from harms way she rejoiced but quickly quelled by the harsh voice claiming them fools; in which they were. But it was that harsh voice who gave them the solution on how to revive their friends and love ones. She offered the man to stay in her home. She didn’t know why she had; she figured it was from the sheer joy of being alive and home that allowed such a misjudgment. Allowing a murdering and evil being in her home. How could she have known then that she would be placed in such a predicament now?

It took him awhile to grow accustomed to their customs and celebrations, the believed it all worthless and stupid human things. The festive celebrations didn’t mean anything to him but why would they. He came from a place far different from theirs. That was what started her questions how did the Sayians celebrate? Did they have special occasions like their own? Did they have religion? How old was he when he was taken away? How old was he in general? What did he see? These questions were useless to her for she will never gain any information from him; but it still plagued her.

Her ever so inquisitive mind ran rampant trying to gain a solution on how to get the man to speak, open up even just the slightest and maybe then she could worm her way in. It would be a long and tedious process to make the man open for her; she knew this as a matter of fact. Something like him would not come easy it would be the biggest project she ever encountered.

She knew the possible steps. Gain the slightest amount of trust, an inch of communication, and allow it to grow. The only way to do such a thing would in-fact be something she wasn’t entirely against. She must bed the man. What other way could there have been all other attempts were shot down instantly by a ‘foolish woman’ or his righteous laughter filling the room. Her options then were limited now it was down to one only step. Now being the genius she was she knew for certain the night she bed him he wouldn’t lay there crying in her arms proclaiming his all to her, no; more than likely he would just leave with a shrug of his shoulder.

She had weighed her options for nearly a year now obsessing over the man converting all beliefs to truths and snake in with the best laid plans. She will obtain him, he was her challenge, and she knew without a shout of a doubt that this man was her soul mate. He was like her in every sense only life threw in unexpected turns his way; but if he were a man from earth at this moment they would be together. She knew it as a solid belief. The prince of all Sayians one of the most feared and dangerous man in the universe was her prince. The prince that she had been waiting for since she was just a little girl, Vegeta was hers. Bulma giggled, she was always a sucker for the ‘bad’ boys and living close to danger; with Vegeta she was laying deep on the razors edge. She had no other choice but to accept and conquer her desires and make them reality. She was Miss Bulma Briefs the most intelligent woman on Earth, the slyest cut throat woman in the art of business; she will gain her obsession Prince Vegeta.

Well, well here I am again with my second B/V fic. Who would have thought I would. *Wink* with this fic I am going to stay as damn well near the personalities of the characters. Which should not be hard once you seen the series countless times. I had seen far too many…. Questionable fics concerning the pair and at times shake my head but remain silent in which I still will. But I do hope I do you, the reader, a great job because all my fics are written solely for you guys well I should say gals. If you do have a concern or issue with the fic please review flamers are welcomed as well. I am not a writer that is upset easily and will take all comment to mind.

Till next time in a land far, far away. *Bow* V.W.
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