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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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“Well well…” Bunny glared at Bulma with a grin as the ladies walked down the hall.
            “Mom please,” Bulma breathed.
Bunny glanced forward respecting her daughter’s privacy however she knew something in Bulma had changed.
As they neared Bunny’s dressing room they split ways;
            “I’ll see you at nine then sweetie,” Bunny waved her hand and flashed her a smile before entering the room.
            “Yeah,” Bulma faked a smile, ‘When you will only question me more,’ she thought.
Bulma continued up to the first floor where her bedroom was situated. Making her way past the bathroom and Vegeta’s room she eventually reached her own. At the sight of her dress hung up on the wardrobe, she smiled brightly as she entered her room. She approached the dress and began rubbing the material between her fingers as her mind drifted…
            ‘How did this happen?’ her aqua eyes lowered to the ground in sorrow, ‘I know I have a thing for bad boys but this is pushing it a bit… Oh maybe I’m just over reacting!’
Letting go of the dress she made her way over to the drawers that held a rather large oval mirror. She inspected her face and hair, noticing the roots of her hair were beginning to appear greasy she decided to take a shower before getting ready.
Once in the bathroom she prepared two teal coloured towels, one small to wrap her hair in and another larger one for her body. She slid the glass door to the shower aside, switched the water on and as the temperature increased she undressed herself. Ensuring her privacy she turned to lock the bathroom door before showering. The blazing water shot against her fragile flesh as she crept into the cubical. The steam filled the room within minutes causing Bulma to become somewhat weary. As she smothered her hair with shampoo her mind – once again – drifted…
            ‘It’s just a little crush!’ she convinced herself, ‘His dark features are drowned in mystery… I know he’s hiding a lifetime of pain… all of his scars suggest that but he’s too proud to tell me,’
She rinsed her hair and moved on to the conditioner. Squeezing a decent amount into her hand she slapped it on her head and began massaging.
            ‘Maybe that’s what I like! That he can be so powerful yet so vulnerable – not like he would ever admit to the latter. It’s hard to believe he was once a slave to anyone, oh I dread to think what he’s been through,’
Bulma removed the hanging shower cap from the shower tap, she covered her silky hair to allow the conditioner to nourish her hair and began washing her body.
            ‘Being under the control of that Frieza guy couldn’t have been easy. He was the reason for Planet Vegeta’s destruction, the reason for his father’s death but I can’t let him know that I know that. He would feel like I pity him,’
After several minutes of scrubbing herself clean she removed the shower cap and began rinsing her hair.
            ‘I’ll let him hide from me if he wants to. I can’t force him to feel comfortable with me,’ she admitted, ‘But he needs a friend, no matter how much he believes otherwise! I just need to prove to him that I’m here if ever he needs me,’
She turned the shower tap off and carefully exited the cubical. Condensation blanketed the glass shower walls and the mirror that was placed above the sink. Bulma firstly wrapped the larger towel around her body and the fluffy material absorbed the drops of water that remained on her skin. Secondly she flipped her hair over her face as she arched her back, she tightly wrapped her hair in the smaller towel and gently lifted her head back so as to not cause the towel to unfold. Before leaving she opened the window on the opposite wall of the sink at an angle to let the room air out. Unlocking the door she made her way back to her room.
After drying herself she threw her dark blue silky kimono on which barely covered her backside. The material felt heavenly on her recently shaved skin. She towel-dried her hair and flung the damp mane back as she planned to do her makeup. After tossing the towels into her laundry basket she took her seat at the desk that held the large mirror. It was framed in an oaky wood that had been carved elegantly. At the right of where she sat were a stack of three drawers, she pulled the top one out revealing a drawer full of makeup products. There was a little striped purse that she pulled out and placed on the desk. It contained her liquid and powder foundation; she applied the liquid first as she dotted blobs around her face, after rubbing them gently into her skin she blended the powder foundation onto her skin to give her skin a flawless appearance. She used a tiny amount of peach-coloured eyeshadow to lighten her eyes slightly then she carefully winged her eyes with black liquid eyeliner. Applying water proof mascara after curling her eye lashes, Bulma’s eyes glimmered in the mirror and she moved on to her lips. She placed the makeup bag back in the drawer and pulled out a selection of lipsticks.
            ‘Which colour?’ she began flirting with the ideas of wearing each shade.
One was a deep red colour that brightened her smile, ‘Would match the dress but… I don’t want to overdo it tonight,’ she moved that shade to the side and focused on another that was a metallic purple, ‘Would clash with my outfit,’ she sternly thought, ‘Oh is this my brown one?’ she picked up the third one to check it out, ‘It’s a little too dark… Oh I know!’ she quickly scanned the other lipsticks to find the particular one that had come to mind, ‘You!’ she snatched up a black lipstick tube and swivelled out its shade. It was a pastel peach colour that matched her eyeshadow.
‘Perfect,’ she smiled after applying the shade, ‘Simple but effective,’
She grinned to herself as she stood up, before beginning to style her hair she placed the lipsticks in the drawer and pushed it back into the table. She twirled a bunch of strands in her fingers;
            ‘What hairdo?’ she meditated.
Her thoughts swam through various designs; a plaited bun, a beehive, a French plait, a neat high pony tail, a deep wavy look or a retro pin up style.
            ‘I got it!’ she concluded to herself.
She coated her hair with heat protectant and dried it as it sat with a middle parting. After, she curled her hair loosely as she used her straighteners and created waterfall braids on both sides of her hair that joined into a bun, before both ears she gently tugged out a curl from her head and let them dangle.
            ‘Amazing!’ she grinned at her gorgeous reflection.
As she eagerly started getting dressed her mind couldn’t help but think of the reason she was getting butterflies as the time neared 9pm.
            ‘What am I doing? Like any of this is going to sway him,’ she believed, ‘He’s a complex man… it’s going to take more than a fancy hair style to catch his attention,’
She slid her body into the gown and gave herself a look over;
            ‘Although, I look amazing tonight – if I do say so myself,’ she giggled.
Finally ready for the night, she made her way down the stairs and met with her mother who stood in the living area.
            “Wow!” she greeted her mother, “You look gorgeous,”
Bunny smiled proudly as she wore the exact dress she had described. A deep blue shade with a triangle neck line that revealed a taste of cleavage, quarter length sleeves that drooped off and a drop to the floor that hid her feet. Her hair was curled and pinned to the top of her head as usual but she didn’t need anything more than her dress to kill for the night.
            “Thank you dear! I must say you’re giving me a run for my money,” she chuckled.
Bulma smiled as she lowered her eyes to the ground with modesty.
            “So shall we wait out in the back?” her mother inquired.
Her daughter nodded once and so they made their way down the hall.
            “Your father is already out there,” Bunny explained, “He thinks we’re being over the top,”
            “He always does,” Bulma disregarded, “I take it he’s in his lab coat as usual? Accompanied by Scratch?”
            “Oh yes,” her mother threw her head back with laughter.
The sharply dressed ladies stepped out into a breezy night as the year had hit late summer, the darkness would creep up on the world earlier than the previous months.
            ‘At least it’s not raining,’ Bulma thought gratefully.
The maids and chefs had prepared the back garden; several large circular tables had been placed around and were covered with simple white table clothes that hung over the edges – blowing slightly in the breeze. Each table was surrounded by a number of chairs that had white covers stretching over the backs, placed on the centre of these tables were fancy silver buckets filled with ice, complimented by a bottle of wine placed in the buckets and enough wine glasses to accompany each chair.
On this bitter night a pile of wood had been stacked further in the back which seemed to be being prepared to be set alight. Bulma noticed Vegeta’s pod had been removed and wondered whether it had been left in the capsule for the night or transferred somewhere else meaning he would most likely be training.
The chefs stood ready to serve food at their designated stalls, Dr Briefs sat at one the tables and Bulma and Bunny began approaching him.
            “You’re ready in time,” he teased as he smoked a cigarette.
            “Indeed we are,” Bunny giggled as she sat next to her husband.
Bulma was biting her lip as she fidgeted around the table refusing to give into the urge to ask where Vegeta was. Her parents embarked on conversation that didn’t interest Bulma so she wondered over to the firewood.
            “Is this a bonfire?” she turned her gaze to the maid that was sprinkling some sort of liquid on it.
            “Yes Miss Briefs,” the shy girl admitted.
            “When can we light it?”
The maid paused in her tracks and glanced over to the intimidatingly beautiful woman that stood before her, “Right now, Miss Briefs,”
Bulma grimaced slightly, “Please call me Bulma,” she smiled.
            “Will do, Bulma,” the maid bowed and continued to set the bonfire alight.
Bulma took a few steps back as the flames erupted in front of her. The crackling of the burning wood drowned out the sounds of her parents. The heat from the fire kissed Bulma’s soft skin and she closed her eyes in satisfaction only for her moment alone to be interrupted.
            “Yo, Bulma!” an all-to familiar voice called out to her from behind.
She swivelled around to see a joyful Yamcha and Krillin making their way to her. Smiling as she waved, Bulma was glad to see her usually scruffy friends dressed in suits.
Yamcha wore a baggy black suit, with a plain white shirt.
            “Did we do good?” he asked as he jokingly paraded around in the clothes.
Bulma giggle, “Yeah, thanks guys,”
She turned her gaze to Krillin and saw that – as well as a fitted black suit – he even went to the effort of wearing a dark grey waist coat.
            “Wow I’m impressed,” she admitted.
            “Gee, thanks…” Krillin shyly smiled, “I wasn’t sure if I could pull this off,”
Bulma lowered her eyelashes and grinned to him, “I’ll be surprised if you don’t pick up a girl tonight,”
Yamcha and Bulma chuckled whilst Krillin’s cheeks flared to a tomato red shade.
[…]
As the night continued business associates of Capsule Corp flooded into the party, dressed in fancy attire proving that Bulma and Bunny had good reason to go all out. Bulma mingled amongst her colleagues and Yamcha and Krillin stook closely to the stalls of food feeling slightly out of place.
            “So then, when I tried to explain to him the simple theory of gravity he began accusing me of blasphemy… I said; what part of anything I mentioned goes against the word of God?” a man in a grey suit, stood in the centre of a circle that Bulma congregated to, began rambling about himself.
The crowd that surrounded him up roared with laughter but Bulma seemed to miss the joke. She smiled and laughed lightly regardless, remembering that around these people she had to put on a front.
Her guests sipped down their wine and enjoyed the food, it seemed that this party had been a great success. Her father socialised with most of the guests so Bulma didn’t have to and Bunny carried around a silver tray with her freshly baked treats on it and handed them out to various people. Bulma noticed Yamcha and Krillin’s discomfort and left her fellow scientists to join them.
            “You guys look like you’re having fun,” she joked with mild seriousness.
Yamcha and Krillin glanced to the floor with nervousness. Yamcha began scratching his head;
            “Yeah these people are so smart we feel… stupid talking to them,” he admitted.
Bulma placed a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t be silly! As well as smart these people are also very arrogant. And not in a bearable kind of way,”
She flashed him a warming smile.
            “Your mothers’ cooking isn’t too bad either,” he began playfully, “We just tried her cupcakes,”
            “They’re delicious!” Krillin added.
Bulma laughed at them then a silent moment swept over them.
            “… So where’s the murderer?” Yamcha asked.
Bulma jumped a little and quickly glanced around her checking that no one had heard him.
            “Shh!” she begged, “Not so loud!”
Yamcha raised his hand and grinned apologetically.
            “Most likely training… I did invite him but this isn’t his kind of scene,” she told.
Krillin glanced up to Bulma seeming troubled, “You invited him?” his tone was bland, “You do remember he plans on killing Goku after all this is said and done…”
A woman in a long green gown passing them, paused and stared at them with terror at the mention of someone being killed. Bulma faked a smile and laughed;
            “Just ignore him,” she continued fake laughing, “We’re just talking about this TV show we love to watch,”
The woman who didn’t seem completely convinced watched as Bulma shooed Yamcha and Krillin elsewhere.
            “Let’s just talk over here shall we?” Bulma smiled as they passed through the crowd of people in the centre of the garden.
They continued walking until they reached the back door under the balcony.
            “I know he said that but… I can’t help but wonder that if I show him friendship he might realise there’s more to life,” Bulma continued the conversation.
Yamcha watched her with concern as she fidgeted, “Bulma… “ he paused, “Is there something you’re not telling us?”
She stood still and snapped her gaze on them, “No,” she lied.
            “I thought you were crazy enough to invite Vegeta to stay,” Krillin admitted, “But to invite him along to a party? I’m worried for you Bulma,”
She looked down to Krillin with annoyance, “What do you mean by that?”
In slight fear, Krillin attempted to calm her, “Nothing bad!” he panicked, “I just think you’re mixing him up with Goku,”
Standing in front of him, Bulma leaned down with an angered expression aimed at Krillin, “How so?”
He attempted to laugh off the seriousness, “All I’m saying is he isn’t like us. He’s dangerous and only concerns himself with… well, himself. He lives for self-gain only… and I think you’re warming to him a little bit –“
            “NO I AM NOT!” she interrupted and guests near her glanced in her direction, “I still think he’s a jack ass! But he is also my house guest, so I will treat him like one,”
Yamcha sighed and added to the conversation, “So you haven’t fallen for him?” his tone was soft.
Bulma and Krillin looked at him, Bulma’s face was full of confusion as she sensed the sorrow in his tone.
            “What would give you that impression?” now calm, she looked Yamcha in the eyes.
            “Well… it’s just the things you’ve said. Before with the dream you had about him and now you seem to be uneasy about something. All night you’ve been frantically looking around and I wondered who it could be that you were looking for… Now I know,”
Struggling for words, Bulma stared at Yamcha in silence and she could see that deep inside the truth was hurting.
            “Yamcha I –“
            “No need to explain,” he softly laughed as she didn’t deny any of it, “It’s none of my business…”
            “But I don’t,” she added faintly, ‘Bulma the worst thing you can do now is lie,’ she thought, “Well I mean… yes he’s attractive but I don’t have any feelings for him,”
Krillin looked over to Yamcha with uncertainty, “Okay Bulma, we believe you. Just be safe okay?”
He began heading in doors with Yamcha following.
            “Where are you going?” she asked.
Yamcha turned his head to face her, “It’s late now and we have an early morning tomorrow,” he explained, “We’ll see you soon though,”
He smiled before closing the door.
Bulma didn’t want to be left alone in the state she was currently in. Holding back tears as she was nothing but confused about everything, she turned around and walked over to the nearest table. She pulled out the wine from the ice bucket and poured herself a glass, instead of sipping it like a lady she threw it down. Then poured another…
            “Excuse me…”
Bulma turned to see the man previously gloating in front of everyone, watching her.
            “Miss Bulma Briefs right?” he seemed to be acting coy.
            “Yeah,” she replied softly.
The man held out his hand and Bulma – thinking he was after a hand shake – placed her hand in his. He pulled her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her palm. Bulma attempted to hide her blush but couldn’t repress her smile.
            “My name’s Takeda,” he bowed his head with a smile, “And I’ve been trying to speak with you all night,”
            “Oh?” Bulma breathed, “Is there some sort of business you would like to discuss?”
Takeda grinned and lowered his eyes to the floor, “Um, not exactly… You’re just so beautiful,” he raised his eyes to her at his confession.
Bulma was taken back by his openness, she smiled to him, “Oh I’m flattered,” she giggled, “But –“
            “Ah,” he sighed, “Not on the market?”
Bulma paused and began scanning his face, ‘What man would address women in such a manner?’ she thought as she grew increasingly confused, his initial charm fading and being replaced with bigotry.
            “Excuse me?” Bulma questioned with a giggle, attempting to give Takeda a chance of redemption.
            “It’s okay… I don’t deal with seconds anyway,”
He began to walk away but Bulma would be damned if she let him get away with speaking to her like a pig. She launched forward and grabbed his shoulder to pull him around to face her.
            “What did you just say?!” with anger her voice had risen in volume and was beginning to attract attention.
Takeda held up both his hands whilst backing away from her, “You belong to another man, it’s cool. I was only planning to fuck you anyway –”
            “WHAT?!” she screamed, “For your information I don’t belong to anyone! And for future reference women aren’t possessions for men to claim! You’re probably used to impressionable women falling to your feet with your intelligence and money but that doesn’t sway me!” her rage increased, “And now that I’ve shut you down you want to talk to me like that? No chance,”
She raised her hand and let it swing down only for the man to grab her wrist.
            “You’re gonna regret that!” his voice was dark and he began tightening his grip on her wrist.
Her parents frantically rushed to her aid as the attention of the entire party was now focused on one thing. Bulma gasped with pain as there was no sign of Takeda letting her go.
            “Stop this now!” Bunny cried as she neared them.
            “Oh piss off!” Takeda shot a dirty look to Bunny, “You’re slut of a daughter needs to learn some manners!”
He raised his arm and clenched his fist ready to swing for Bulma who now clenched her eyes shut as she prepared for the pain. At that moment a bright flash coming from Capsule Corp distracted Takeda. Before he even had a chance to look in the direction of which it came, he was flat on his backside with a broken jaw a number of feet away from Bulma. She unclenched her eyes at the loud crashing noise of Takeda flying into the tables. A tight feeling around her waist caused her to look down and she noticed a muscular arm wrapped around her. She gasped and looked behind her to be presented with Vegeta’s cold face – his eyes were solely focused on Takeda.
Vegeta was hovering off the ground causing every party guest to start freaking out as well as his immense power.
            “WHO IS THAT?” they began screaming.
Bulma panicked as her guests began running out of the party.
            “No, please wait!” Bulma could see Bunny attempting to calm them down.
She glanced over to her father who just stood with a grin looking over to them. Vegeta gently placed Bulma on the floor and stood beside her. Within seconds the garden was empty with guests. An unconscious Takeda remained in the middle of a broken table and Dr Briefs causally walked passed him over to Bulma and Vegeta.
            “Dad I’m sorry, I –“
            “I heard the way he spoke to you dear… And I’m glad Vegeta was here to teach him a lesson,” he smiled interrupting Bulma.
Her mouth was agape as she stared at her father with wide eyes, “You mean you’re not mad?”
He let out a hearty laugh, “Of course not! We’re always considered the crazy scientists in this world… What occurred here will only add to that,”
Bulma smiled at her forgiving father then noticed her mother approaching.
            “My, my, Vegeta!” Bunny giggled, “That’s one way to crash a party! But thank you for protecting my daughter,”
Bulma glanced back at Vegeta and witnessed him scoff at Bunny’s gratitude. Her eyes averted down and she could believe it; he stood proud in the black attire she had picked out for him. His shirt was tucked into his trousers and a red tie hung around the loosely buttoned shirt.
            “You’re wearing the suit?” her pitch was high and a smile grew on her face.
Bunny pulled on Dr Briefs’ arm suggesting that they leave Bulma and Vegeta alone. They continued into the house and the maids began clearing up the garden.
            “What changed your mind?” she asked attempting not to come across as too happy.
Vegeta refused to look at her and so scowled off to the side not responding.
            “Wait, how did you know he was going to attack me?” she raised an eyebrow with speculation.
            “I’ve been here for a while,” he muttered.
Shocked, Bulma wondered, “You were? I’m sure I would’ve seen your hair poking out of the crowd,”
With a growl Vegeta glanced to her, signalling that she had better not be mocking him.
            “I’ve been stood on the balcony,” he explained.
Bulma’s body drained any confidence she had as she remembered the confession she made to Yamcha and Krillin just underneath the balcony.
            “You… were…?” she asked seeming obviously troubled, “I… don’t suppose you heard anything… did you?”
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her, not understanding what she might be referring to.
She picked up on this, “Good…” she smiled, “I was just curious,”
            “Curious of what?” he spat seeming intrigued.
            “It’s not important,” she waved her hand dismissively, “Anyway, I’m impressed Vegeta,” her smile seemed more genuine now, “You know, a suit is a good look for you,” she giggled.
            “Bah!” he snapped his head away from her now looking at Takeda, “What do you want me to do about him?” he asked attempting to change topic.
Bulma turned to look at Takeda, “Oh, nothing. I’ll take care of him,” she looked back at Vegeta and her gaze was met with his.
After a brief moment of silence she lowered her head with innocence and smiled to him, “Thank you, Vegeta,”
He raised the corner of his mouth and grunted.
            ‘That must be his way of telling me ‘its okay’,’ she joked.
“Not just for helping me… But for wearing the suit too,” she added, Vegeta glanced down as gratitude was something he struggled with, “It means a lot,” Bulma’s voice was tender.
Uncomfortable with the atmosphere, Vegeta had to redeem his bad boy reputation.
            “Don’t expect me to wear this again!” he barked, “And you might want to be more careful with who you run your mouth to next time…”
Bulma saw the opportunity and took it, “Oh, I didn’t know you had a soft spot for me,” she winked to him playfully.
Vegeta stuttered, “Agh! As if!”
            “It’s okay Vegeta,” she chuckled as she neared him slowly, “I’m just joking with you,” she spoke sincerely as she lightly stroked his arm before turning to approach Takeda’s unconscious body.
With her hands placed on her hips she sighed heavily, “I suppose I better get this fool to the hospital,”
            “You humans are too soft,” Vegeta growled unimpressed with Bulma’s decision.
            “Oh believe me… If I had your strength I’d tear him limb from limb,” she chuckled.
Vegeta lifted his head with his mouth open slightly, in shock, ‘She’s serious…’ he thought as a grin crept up on his face.
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