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The Three Year Gap	By : MileenaCroft Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 5271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author Notes: I have tried to stick to canon character personalities as best as possible but if Vegeta was always so distant it would be very boring! Although it will include sexual scenes it is primarily a love story. Enjoy :)

It had been a couple months since the Z fighters parted ways and began training in preparation for the androids. Yamcha and Krillin would visit Bulma from time to time however Goku, Gohan and Piccolo were never seen. Even Vegeta was a sight for sore eyes despite living at Capsule Corporation.
On this particular day Bulma was out on the balcony taking in the summer sunshine. She wondered around in her denim high-waist shorts which had her white Capsule Corp tank-top tucked into them. Her sky blue hair was pulled up into a loose pony tail and random wavy strands dangled over her face. Leaning on the railing of the balcony she looked out into the bustling city before her, cars flooded the roads and citizens scattered everywhere enjoying the blazing heat whilst picnicking, playing or simply sun bathing.
            ‘Such a beautiful day’ she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath.
Partially wanting to keep busy but on the other hand wanting to relax, Bulma felt uneasy in her skin unsure what to do with the rest of her day. She had woken at 12 noon and spent the previous hour getting ready for the day ahead, knowing she had wasted most her day in bed, a feeling of guilt crept up her conscience as she left her father in the lab to work alone.
            ‘I should really see if he needs my help…’ she pondered.
Her brain wanted her to get moving but her body refused to obey. It was as though the sun had melted her in place and she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
            ‘I’m sure if he needed me, he would’ve sent for me?’ she attempted to make herself feel better by convincing herself she wasn’t needed in the lab.
She sighed heavily to herself, ‘I could at least let him know that I’m free,’
Turning on her heels, Bulma reluctantly walked over to the intercom that was placed beside the doors to the balcony. She pressed the button in before speaking:
            “Hey Dad, are you in the lab?” she questioned and patiently waited for a reply.
            “Yes dear, is there something you need?” her father buzzed back to her.
            “No, I just wanted to let you know that I’m free today, so if you need me just let me know,”
There was a brief moment of silence before her father responded, as though he was thinking to himself.
            “Ah since you offered,” he began, “I’ve been meaning to ask Vegeta for his armour… but if I’m honest dear the man frightens me!” Bulma chuckled to herself at his confession, “The components fascinate me and I would love to have the chance to study it, so if you could convince him to hand it over I would be very grateful,”
Bulma raised an eyebrow and dimly spoke, “Is that all?”
            “Yes. There isn’t much work that needs to be done here I’m just finishing the blueprints to the new gravity room. Not much else can be done until the materials I ordered arrive,”
            “Oh right,” Bulma remembered her father talking about moving Vegeta’s training into the house, “I still think that’s a bad idea,” she laughed lightly.
            “Oh I have my doubts too dear. But you know Vegeta, if there’s any chance to increase his training, he’ll demand that I do whatever it takes!” he sounded almost annoyed.
Bulma rolled her eyes to herself, “Don’t we know it,” she giggled, “Okay then I’ll hunt him down,”
She slid the door open but not before her father replied with; “Thank you dear!”
Bulma would see Vegeta from time to time however he would always remain in the gravity pod. Since Bulma had no one around to talk to she almost wished Vegeta would be friendlier, she certainly wasn’t afraid of him but becoming a nuisance to him was something she wanted to avoid. After all, if she really pushed his buttons he could obliterate her within milliseconds – something inside her believed he would never harm her but it was best to be on the safe side. Striking up conversation with him at meal times seemed pointless since he would be stuffing his face, also waiting around at nightfall for him was just as useless since she would become too tired and go to bed before he even left the pod.
She wondered down the hall and made her way down stairs and was greeted by her mother as she passed the living area.
            “Oh good morning dear,” her mother smiled.
            “Hey mom,” she smiled and lifted her hand giving her a light wave, “I take it Vegeta’s training?” Bulma continued as she strode past confidently.
The living room was very open, with only one wall that was on the left of the room. Behind where the TV was placed was a huge window the length of the wall, allowing the Breifs family to glance out into West City. The right of the living room had no wall nor did the rear; there was only one slim, rectangular pillar that connected the right side to the back. The brown sued sofa with the cream coloured cushions was angled to face the television and therefore the back of the sofa faced the hall way almost acting as the third wall.
            “I believe so…” she spoke as she peered over to Bulma from the sofa, “There’s something I wanted to run by you dear,”
Bulma paused in her tracks and turned to face her mother who had no began making her way over to her.
            “What’s up?” she asked as she gently removed a stray strand of hair from her face.
            “I and your father have decided to host a party for our business associates,” Bunny explained, “It’s been a while since we’ve been to one and there’s no sign of anyone else hosting a party so we thought ‘why not?’” she finished with a smile.
Bulma lightened up at the idea, “That sounds great… when?”
Bunny thought for a moment, “I was thinking this Friday?” she spoke as though asking Bulma if this was convenient for her.
            “That’s good with me,” Bulma smiled, “I take it this means we’ll be going shopping for something nice to wear?” she suggested with a grin.
Her mother winked at her before answering, “Of course dear,”
The women gleeful chuckled with one another.
            “Well I’m free today,” Bulma added when coming to the realisation.
Her mother jumped with joy, “Ooh fantastic! I’ll go and get my purse and –”
            “I just need to do this one thing for dad,” Bulma interrupted.
            “Okay then dear,” Her mother turned to walk away and called back to her, “I’ll be waiting in the living room,”
And with that Bulma whizzed around and quickened her pace. She headed outside and straight for Vegeta’s training pod that was situated in the middle of the garden. Red illuminated from the windows and the sound of thunder could be heard from within the pod.
            ‘Something tells me he’s not going to be impressed with me interrupting his training’ she thought.
It would have been easier for her to address Vegeta from the lab but realising he could be contacted through the intercom he keeps it permanently switched off so as not to be distracted. She knocked three times but was left unanswered. Knowing it would be of no use to knock again, she waited a few minutes for it to quieten down in the pod.
To her luck, a brief moment of silence gave her the opportunity she needed. She banged the door multiple times with both hands curled up into fists attempting to make as much noise as possible.
            “What?” Vegeta’s growling voice called out to her.
            “I need to ask you something,” she called back as she rose on the tip of her toes.
She heard the pod power down and the red lights switch off indicating that he had turned the increased gravity off. A moment passed before the door lowered down and Vegeta presented himself.
He stood proud in nothing but dark blue spandex shorts with a towel thrown around his neck. Sweat dripped off every curve of his body as he scowled down to the blue haired beauty that stood before the steps.
            “Is it so important that you must interrupt my training?” he began clearly annoyed as he made his way down the pod stairs.
Bulma watched as this God-like creature approached her, ‘Focus Bulma!’ she told herself as she was beginning to lose her train of thought in the chiselled detail of his muscles.
            “Well I need to be somewhere so for me – yes,” she smiled sarcastically to which he responded by deepening his scowl, “Could I have your armour?” she jumped straight to the point which caught Vegeta off guard.
Now stood right in front of her he raised an eyebrow, “For what purpose?” he questioned.
            “For my dad. He wants to study it,” she explained, “He’s been wanting to for a while but was too afraid to ask,” she giggled to herself again, “I think he plans to replicate it,”
Vegeta cocked his head to the side with a slight grin, “My armour is made from the finest Saiyan material,” he spoke proudly, “It would be damn near impossible to recreate it on this mud ball,”
Bulma shot her eyes to the side and lowered her mouth in annoyance at the way Vegeta spoke about Earth.
            ‘It’s good enough for him to train on’ she moaned to herself, “Well, we are the greatest scientists in the world,” she matched her arrogant tone with his, mocking him, ”I’m sure we’ll find a way,”
They stood scowling at one another for a moment, Bulma noticed how Vegeta’s eyes would flick between hers, ‘Eye contact’ she thought, ‘One of the easiest methods of intimidation,’
            “Fine,” Vegeta snapped his head back in reluctance disturbing Bulma’s thoughts, “Will that be all?” his tone indicating that it better be.
            “Yes,” she smiled widely, “Where is it?”
Vegeta glanced to the down to the grass, “It should be on top of the drawers in my room,” he muttered effortlessly.
            “Great,” she smiled again and turned aiming for the back door of her house.
Vegeta began wiping his face with the towel that lay on his shoulders, he also began to turn heading back into the pod.
            “Oh wait!” Bulma added, Vegeta only pivoted his head to face her, “We’re hosting a party this Friday and you’re more than welcome to join us,”
            “Bah!” he spat as he snapped his head around and continued to the pod.
            “It’s going to be a classy event!” she called to him, “I’ll buy you something nice to wear in case you change your mind!”
He continued to ignore her and closed the door once he entered the pod. Bulma thought nothing more of it and headed back inside to meet her mother. Before entering her home she used the intercom just at the side of the back door to contact her father.
            “Dad, Vegeta’s given the go ahead to use his armour. He said it should be in his room on top of the drawers,”
She waited for some kind of response.
            “Great!” he buzzed through with joy, “Thank you darling,”
She continued to the living area and with her mother exited the home and drove their way into the main area of the city.
Since it was a Wednesday afternoon, the city centre where all of the major shops were situated was pretty much empty. All of the people who weren’t at work seemed to be out enjoying the weather. Bulma didn’t really mind since she wasn’t in the mood to be stared at or hit on which was a usual occurrence during her outings.
            “Where to first?” she asked her mother as they pulled into a parking space in the underground car park of the main shopping centre.
They exited the car and Bulma locked it before they went on their way.
            “How about Penelope’s?” her mother suggested.
Penelope’s was one of the world’s most renowned high street fashion brands, focusing solely on women’s clothing. In the fashion industry they were considered one of the fiercest companies when dealing with evening gowns. No other company could contend with their sassy yet classy designs.
            “Ooh, great idea,” Bulma spoke low as though she had given in to the temptation of the Devil.
They began walking towards the escalators that would lead them up into the shopping centre.
            “So what exactly is the dress code?” Bulma pondered.
            “Well…” her mother began, “At first I was thinking smart – casual. I asked your father to send out an email to all of his associates and literally everyone important will be attending. So… now I’m thinking very fancy?”
            “Oh no problem!” Bulma seemed more than happy to turn up the class, “It’s been such a long time since I had the opportunity to glam myself up!” she became giddy with excitement.
They arrived just outside of the monster store that was Penelope’s. Once they had taken their first few steps into the shop a sales assistant rushed to attend to the pair.
            “Hello, may I help you?” she smiled – falsely of course.
Bulma and Bunny exchange eye contact that indicated their annoyance of the false politeness of these store assistants. Both of the women smiled back to her despite this.
            “Hi, I’m Bulma Briefs,” she held out her hand to shake with the store assistant’s, “And this is my mother Bunny. We’re looking for evening wear for an important gathering we’re hosting later this week,”
            “Oh Miss Bulma Briefs!” the shop attendant’s voice rose in pitch, she shook Bulma’s hand suddenly becoming aware of who she was dealing with, “My name’s Shiva and I will be attending to you this afternoon,” she began waving her hands towards the back of the store, “If you would like to follow me to the V.I.P suite I would be more than happy to help you find the perfect gown!”
Without a word her mother and Bulma set off with Shiva. Penelope’s was an impressive place, the walls were a deep red shade indicating the sexier aspect of their fashion brand, they had rails upon rails of clothes, ranging from simple tank tops to prom dresses, shoes to swim suits and everything in between. The ceiling was higher than most stores and on this particular afternoon the shop was empty.
The three women walked through a short narrow corridor that was situated at the rear of the store, at the end of the corridor there were thick blood-red curtains which they wondered through.
            ‘I feel like I’m in a lap dancing club’ Bulma admitted to herself.
There was a man who wore a fancy red and black barista uniform and a black apron which covered his waist. On one arm he held a folded red cloth whilst in the other he held a silver tray with elegant detail around the edges that carried a number of wine glasses filled with some white wine. He stood there with a blank expression until he noticed the women appear from the curtains.
            “Welcome Mademoiselle,” the man spoke with a perfectly French accent.
Bulma and her mother nodded to the polite man.
            “S’il vous plait,” he bowed to them slightly as he held out the silver plate in their direction.
Before seating, both Bulma and Bunny helped themselves to a glass of bubbly.
In this room there was a sofa that curved around into a semicircle. The fabric was a suede material with deep red colouring similar to that on the front of the store. Various buttons pressed into the fabric enhancing this elegant design. As they sat, before them were two changing rooms with similar curtains to those that blocked the entrance to the V.I.P suite.
Shiva had wondered off into a room labelled ‘Staff Only’ as the millionaire women relaxed themselves. She appeared to them once more with a note pad.
            “So ladies, how can I be of assistance?” she asked seeming more genuine.
            “Well, I would love to look at something in an indigo shade,” Bunny began without hesitation, “As for design I’m thinking of something long but no train,”
            “That’s wonderful,” Shiva encouraged as she began noting these details, “Anything specific with the chest area?”
Bunny thought to herself before replying, “Hmm… I’d like something that reveals only a touch of cleavage, quarter length sleeves would be a plus!” she added with delight.
            “I’ll see what I can do for you,” Shiva flashed a smile to Bunny then turned her gaze to Bulma, “And Miss Briefs how may I help you?”
Bulma placed her wine glass on a glass table to the left of the sofa she seated herself on. Crossing her arms she rested her head on one of her hands in thought.
            “It’s got to be a red number,” Bulma declared, “Or is that too obvious?” she snapped her head in her mother’s direction.
Bunny cocked her head to the side with an expression that said ‘Are you serious?’
            “No one can pull of red the way you do dear,” her mother smiled.
Bulma faced Shiva once again to continue with her request, “Okay yeah, a red dress… a touch longer than knee length and as for chest…” she began thinking harder, "Erm… thin straps and a low cut… nothing over the top though,” Bulma lifted a finger to her assistant insisting it be a tasteful gown.
Shiva finished off her notes, “Okay ladies, I will get on to this right away and be back with you shortly,” she turned to leave before stopping herself, “Oh Cecil,” the man in the apron glanced in her direction, “Could you give me a hand?”
            “Certainly,” he smiled to Shiva before wondering into the staff only area.
Once the store assistants left Bulma picked up her glass and sipped down the wine.
            “Oh I just remembered,” Bulma turned to face her mother, “I told Vegeta I would get him a suit for the party –”
            “Vegeta’s coming?” Bunny’s eyes widened.
            “Well…” Bulma tilted her head in thought as her eyes wondered into space, “I told him he was more than welcome to join us, whether he will attend is an entirely different story,”
            “Oh,” Bunny breathed, the air grew tense as though there was an elephant in the room,”… So, what’s the story with you and Vegeta?”
Bulma narrowed her eyes questioningly, “What… do you mean?” she asked seeming genuinely confused.
            Bunny took a sip of her wine, “Well, he certainly treats you differently to the way he treats everyone else,”
Bulma took a sip of her drink and glanced away concentrating on her previous interactions with Vegeta.
            “He does?” she inquired swallowing hard on her wine whilst flicking her gaze back to her mother.
            “Oh yes! You mean you haven’t noticed?”
            “No!” Bulma professed, “If you ask me he’s still grumpy and cold towards me…”
            “Well… yes but less so,” Bunny chuckled lightly to herself.
Bulma leaned in towards her mother, “Really?” her confusion increasing.
Bunny dropped her head to the floor, “Yes!” she exclaimed, “I can’t think of anything in particular but… he seems to have more patience with you. He’s willing to listen to the things you have to say, it’s like he has some sort of respect for you that he lacks for the rest of us,”
            “Woah, I never noticed,” Bulma seemed fascinated to learn of this.
            “So I take it that means nothing’s going on?” Bunny questioned.
Bulma giggled, “Really Mom? Could you see Vegeta getting it on with anyone?” she continued laughing, “He’s so socially awkward and completely oblivious to human interaction, I doubt he would even be able to tell if someone was flirting with him!”
Bunny joined in with the laughter, “You sound as though you’re speaking from experience,” she gave Bulma a cheeky wink.
Bulma’s thoughts began to change topic slightly, “Oh he’s definitely attractive, it’s just… I mean, with everything going on with Yamcha and –“
            “Oh?” Bunny interrupted, “I forgot about him! How is he doing?”
Bulma sighed heavily seeming slightly annoyed, “He’s off training with Krillin and Master Roshi,” she began explaining, “I hear from him every now and then but, I think it’s fair to say any romantic feelings between us are now officially dead,”
            “And why’s that dear?” Bunny sounded sympathetic.
            “I think it’s just one of those things…” Bulma paused trying to find the right words, “We’ve grown distant, he will always be someone I hold close to my heart… but he’s nothing more than a friend now. And I don’t ever see that changing,”
            “Ookay,” Bunny began speaking as she leaned forward to place her glass on the floor beside her feet, she faced Bulma raising an eyebrow, “So what about Vegeta?”
            “What about Vegeta?” she asked not understanding all these questions based on him.
            “You admitted he’s attractive and I agree –“
            “Yes!” Bulma interrupted, “But I’m not attracted to him,” she insisted.
            “Oh,” Bunny raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes, “Right,” she reached down for her glass in defeat.
They shared an awkward moment of silence as Bulma grew annoyed with the interrogation. Thankfully Shiva wondered through only a matter of seconds later with Cecil.
            “Okay ladies,” she held out a number of blue dresses in multiple shades in her arms, “Mrs Bunny Briefs I have managed to find two dresses that exactly match your request, but in case it wasn’t what you were looking for I have some other gowns that are similar in design,”
Shiva walked over to one of the changing rooms to pull the curtain back, she hung the gowns up inside it.
            “If you would, Mrs Briefs,” Shiva signalled her hands in the direction of the changing room.
Bunny rose from where she sat and placed her glass on the table next to Bulma.
            “Thank you,” she spoke to Shiva before entering the changing room and pulling the curtain before her.
            “Miss Bulma Briefs I’m afraid we couldn’t find a dress that exactly matched your request,” Shiva removed a bunch of red dresses from Cecil’s arms, “However, we have found some red dresses that are particularly tasteful,”
            Bulma stood and began checking the dresses individually.
            “If none of these are good enough, I would be more than happy to check with our designer to see if there is a possibility to create something for you,”
Bulma removed the dresses from Shiva’s arms before replying, “That’s not necessary, I’m sure one of these will do just fine,”
            Shiva pulled back the curtain of the second changing room and Bulma wondered in. She was presented with a large mirror and the area was dimly lit in an attempt to make the clothes appear better than in reality. Bulma hung up the three gowns and began undressing.
            “Ooh!” she could hear her mother from the dressing room to the left of hers.
            “I take it you found what you were looking for?” Bulma chuckled.
            “Oh yes!” Bunny spoke with satisfaction.
Bulma removed her tank top and kicked her lilac flat shoes off to the side before removing her shorts. She turned her attention to the clothes and was instantly unenthusiastic with the top dress.
It was a dull shade of red, with long sleeves and a completely covered chest with a circular neckline. The lower half was rather plain with a floaty design and the seam around the waist gave the impression the bottom half of the dress was a high waist skirt.
            ‘I already know how this is going to go,’ she sighed to herself.
She tossed the dress over her head with grimace and pulled it down over her body. Despite the snug fit Bulma stared at herself in the mirror.
            ‘I look like a little girl. This dress is certainly not intended to be evening attire’
Instantly she removed the dress from her body, ‘This is going in the No pile,’
Bulma hung the gown on a hook that was now claimed as the ‘No’ pile. Meanwhile her mother had left her changing room but waited for Bulma to finish.
Examining the second option, Bulma seemed a little more inspired by its design. This time it had a long drop similar to a maxi dress but with thick straps to lie on the shoulders. The top half was low enough to reveal a taste of cleavage however the dress didn’t seem fancy enough for this particular event… but beautifully simple non the less.
The blue eyed femme fatal wriggled her way into the second dress and studied her curvy reflection.
            ‘I’m leaving with this dress regardless,’ she concluded despite deciding not to wear it to the party.
The dark-red shade complimented her aqua eyes and hair deliciously, not to mention her chest and thighs were perfectly balanced as this gown snuggly wrapped around her skin.
            ‘Yeah, I definitely can’t leave this here,’
She wriggled back out of the gown and hung it up on the hook next to the ‘No’ pile.
            ‘I guess this will be the Definitely pile.’
The final gown was very classy. It was a shade that inspired lustful thoughts however the overall design was very mature. It had quarter length sleeves that drooped off like gypsy shirts, a V-neck chest that showcased some side-boob and a wrap design that hugged the waist. It was between floor and knee length with a slightly longer back than the front. It barely hung off the legs but left enough room for the wearer to walk in comfortably.
            ‘Well… it is impressive,’
She shimmied into the dress and glanced at the mirror.
            ‘Too bad I look like my mom,’ she chuckled to herself, ‘Not that that’s a bad thing… but I’m too young to feel this old,’
She removed the dress and replaced it with her own clothes before exiting the changing room.
            “Any luck dear?” her mother greeted cheerfully.
Bulma looked at her with a soppy expression, “Not exactly. But I am taking this one home with me!” she held up the second dress.
            “Oh I’m sorry to hear that Miss Briefs,” Shiva interrupted, “I can check with our personal designer and see if she can complete a dress for you by Friday?”
Bulma’s head snapped in Shiva’s direction with a look of disbelief.
            “She could do that?” she asked seeming astonished.
Shiva smiled with delight, “I believe so! She has sometimes created gowns for the following night. Her extensive range of materials and knowledge of stitching are just a few reasons she is one of the most critically acclaimed designers in the world!”
Bunny clapped her hands together with joy, “Fantastic! You should definitely talk to her about it,”
Bulma turned back to face her mother, “Oh I will!” she flicked her head back to Shiva, “Do I have to book an appointment?”
Shiva glanced down to the ground and narrowed her eyes as if in deep concentration, “I’m pretty sure she’s not in at this current time. However, I can get a call out to her, seeing if she would be willing to meet with you at your home. And for someone of your status I’m sure she would be more than happy too,”
            “Brilliant! Well I’m going to buy this now,” Bunny signalled to the dress she held, “And we can go looking for some shoes to match!”
Bulma laughed slightly, “Sure thing! I want to buy this one myself,” she handed over the other two dresses to Shiva who then handed them over to Cecil, “Oh I almost forgot…” she spat out as they began to leave the V.I.P suite.
            “What’s that dear?” her mother inquired.
            “Before we leave, I need to buy Vegeta a suit,”

AN - any constructive criticsm is welcome! Please bare in mind i don't plan on being a writer (so excuse any grammer mistakes etc) and i hope you come back to read the other chapters! Thanks :D
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