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A Light in the Darkness	By : MiaSkywalker Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note:

Some of you may recognize me (and/or this fic) from fanfiction.net.
However, with the new NC-17 ban there, I'm moving all of my fics to other
places. The early chapters are being re-beta'd and cleaned up (I've learned a LOT
about writing since we first started this, and I wanted to take advantage of
that), so it will be at least a few days between chapters.

If you want to reach me for any reason - to send fanart based on
this fic (which I will happily put on my website if you want me to! ^_^) or for
any other reason - you can reach me at miaskywalker@gamebox.net.

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A Light in the Darkness - part 1:
A New Day

by Mia Skywalker & Wataruo

PAIRING: Bulma/Vegeta (this part)

RATING: PG for this chapter. NC-17 for the fic as a whole.

WARNINGS: lime at the end of this part, that's all. But later chapters WILL have LOTS of lemon! If you don't want to read lemon, you might not want to get into this.

DISCLAIMER: Neither of us owns any of the DBZ characters, but we both wish we owned Vegeta. (We do own Vegeta action figures. Does that count?) These characters are owned by Toei, Viz, Akira Toriyama, and FUNimation, even though the last one is a crying shame. We do own what we've written here, and our specific storyline, just not Dragonball itself. We make no money off of any of these guys, nor off this
fic.

SUMMARY: A Bulma/Vegeta get together. But them getting together is NOT the end of the fic. There's SO much more that we're doing here....

NOTES: A great thank you to Magnes for her beta'ing of this. And an even
bigger Thank You to W-chan
and Selenity Jade for the re-beta! ^_^

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Dawn, day 1

A bright ray of sunlight filtered through the curtains of the bedroom,
hitting the Saiyan warrior right in the face. Vegeta grumbled, rolled over, and
placed the pillow over his head. It took him a few minutes, but the warrior
finally decided that he wasn't getting back to sleep, so he swung his legs out
of bed and stretched.

He hadn't slept well the night before. Something kept nagging at the back of
his mind, keeping him wide-awake. He couldn't pinpoint precisely what was
bothering him. It could be the fact that after a whole year, Kakarotto had
failed to put in an appearance. It also could be the fact that after a whole
year of training in 300 G's, he had yet to achieve the level of a Super Saiyan.
Or it may have been that latest quarrel between Bulma and her weak Chikyuu-jin
warrior, Yamcha.

He scowled as he remembered how their shouting had kept him awake long into
the night. Why Bulma put up with that idiot, he had no idea. A Saiyan woman
would have killed her mate for less. Especially since the argument seemed to
revolve around the fact that Yamcha was dating other women.

He snorted and stood. ::It is not my problem.:: He pulled on his body
suit and headed downstairs. The Saiyan prince found himself hoping that he
wouldn't run into Bulma's mother, who would insist that he eat with them.

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Bulma awoke with a fuzzy head and aching body. She sat up in bed and glanced
blearily at the clock, wincing at the way her head started pounding immediately.
Damn! She had only slept for three hours; she had been awake long into the
night, even after Yamcha had left, crying broken-heartedly. ::That's it!::
she thought resolutely to herself. ::He has treated me this way once too
often. I can't forgive him again. I can't!::

She knew that she should have never forgiven him any of the prior times, but
he had always given her his most charming smile, and she had given in. She knew
that she shouldn't have, but... there was a part of her that felt she didn't
deserve any better.

She rolled over, hiding her head underneath her pillow. Last night really had
been the final straw. No matter what she had done, she couldn't have deserved
how he had treated her last night. They'd had a date - their final one, as far
as Bulma was concerned - and after he was an hour late, she decided it was time
to call him and find out if he was even coming. Most of the time he forgot about
their dates, and never showed up. He had forgotten again, and she was furious
about it, but he had apologized profusely, and came over to pick her up right
away. They had started the date two hours late... but at least he had shown
up.

Unfortunately, that was the only good part of their entire date. Once they
got to the party, he had spent the entire time flirting with a pretty little
co-ed that had recognized him from his picture in the paper. She had gushed over
him, the famous baseball player, and Yamcha had spent the whole evening playing
the field and ignoring Bulma.

When he had dropped her off at home and wanted a good night kiss, she had
slapped him, and then they had gotten into a fight over it. He honestly didn't
see what he had done wrong. He didn't think it had been that big of a deal that
he had flirted with the girl. After all, it had been Bulma he had been with, not
her, so Bulma should feel okay, right? He really didn't see that was precisely why
she was angry with him. He was out with her; he should have been paying
attention to her, not some pretty young thing that came along and gushed
over him.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Did she deserve this? He
constantly ignored her, made eyes at other girls, and she was convinced that he
was even seeing other girls. He had moved to the city several years ago, even
before he had been killed by Nappa and Vegeta. Was it because it put him closer
to new girls? When she had first met him, he had been sweet and innocent, never
even looking at another girl. She had known that she was his first girlfriend,
and had felt proud to have captured his attention like that. She had been
attracted to him from the first day they had met, after all, and he hadn't
seemed interested in her at first.

She wasn't sure what had changed since then. She had lost his interest, she
supposed. She didn't know how or why it had happened, but it had. She knew that
somehow it must have been her fault. The thought made her feel like weeping
again.

Realizing that she wasn't going to be able to return to sleep, Bulma threw
off the covers and decided to get out of bed. Although it was still a little
dark outside with the sun just starting to peek over the horizon, she took her
shower and went downstairs to get something to eat. Maybe a glass of warm milk
would get her back to sleep... although she thought maybe she would have a cup
of coffee instead, and not worry about going back to bed. She wasn't sure that
she wanted to sleep right now.

She didn't think anyone would be awake yet, it was so early, so was surprised
to see a light on in the kitchen. ::Mother's never up this early. And the
robots don't need lights. Who could it...?::

Cautiously she approached the kitchen, wondering if it was an intruder. She
didn't think it would be; an intruder wouldn't have stayed in just the kitchen
after all. Suddenly she realized who it must be, and she stopped, not wanting to
enter the kitchen. ::If I'm quiet, maybe he won't know I'm here.:: She
turned to leave, hoping he hadn't noticed her presence.

Vegeta was finishing off his twelfth sandwich when a noise on the stairs
caught his attention. He almost groaned aloud when he realized who it was. ::After
arguing most of the night you would think she would have wanted to sleep in.::
Vegeta walked over to the doorway, and watched Bulma turn to go back upstairs.
He smirked at her retreating back, debating on whether or not to pretend he
didn't see her. ::But where is the fun in that?:: he mused. The Saiyan
prince enjoyed his verbal sparring matches with Bulma, and if she was as cranky
as she always was when she didn't get enough sleep, he would get a good argument
out of her today.

"I am surprised to see you up early this morning," he commented, as
he leaned against the doorframe. "After your late night, I figured you
would still be in bed."

Bulma stopped abruptly, hearing Vegeta's voice. ::I will NOT fight with
him! I will NOT fight with him!:: She repeated that mental litany to herself
over and over, hoping it would help her keep a rein on her temper. It didn't
help that she was still tired from lack of sleep, that her head hurt from all
the crying she had done, and that she was absolutely starving. All she had
wanted was to get something to eat and maybe have a cup of coffee in peace, and
this stupid Saiyan had to go and interfere!

She turned around slowly and glared at him, her eyes narrowing in anger.
"And what business is it of yours, vegetable head? You only live here, you
don't have any business getting involved in my life!"

"Only when it wakes me up at 3:00 in the morning." Vegeta grinned
at her, pleased with her show of temper. ::Oh good, I am going to get a fight
out of her today.::

"Do you have to be so loud, woman?" he asked, cocking his head to
the side to study her. "And just think what all that bawling will do to
your complexion. You have bags under your eyes." He knew that if he made a
reference to her looks that would make her absolutely furious. And he really
wanted an argument this morning. After all, if she kept him awake all night with
her shouting, then he wanted to get even.

But then why did he feel this strange urge to comfort her from her pain? She
looked so tired and it somehow disturbed him. He wanted to take her in his arms and
protect her from what was bothering her. But instead he taunted her. "And I
have never noticed those lines before."

"That's because I never had those lines before, you jerk!" she
shouted at him. "And you wouldn't have to see them if you would just leave
me alone! What does it matter to you what I look like? All you care about
is your damned training, anyway! You and Yamcha all the other men, all you care
about is training! Well then, train, damn you! But leave me the hell
alone!" And with that she stormed past him into the kitchen, intent upon
making herself some coffee.

Vegeta stifled a laugh and followed her into the kitchen. "It may
surprise you, woman, but I do think about other things." He sat down at the
table and watched her. A small smile played at the corner of his mouth. ::I
really should leave her be. But she really is beautiful when she is angry.::
He blinked and sat straighter in the chair at that particular observation. He
wondered briefly where that thought had come from before he dismissed it as
unimportant.

"Not much," she muttered in a low growl. "Just training,
eating, sleeping, and annoying me. That's all you men are good for. And flirting
with other women." Her mouth snapped shut when she realized that had
slipped out, and she turned away so he wouldn't see her face get flushed.

She continued filling the coffee machine as she snarled at him. "No,
that's right. YOU want to kill Goku and take over the world. No, wait,
you don't want to simply conquer the world, you want to 'cleanse' it of everyone
that already lives here. You would be satisfied with nothing less than killing
everyone on this planet. Well, damn you, I'm not going to let you succeed!"
And with that she twirled towards him, fists clenching at her sides, her face
flushed and eyes sparking with anger.

"You forgot to mention that I want immortality, too." He placed his
hands on the table, linking his fingers togeth&quo"And how do you intend to
stop me, woman? Hmm?" He sat back and watched her eyes change from that
pale blue to a deep sapphire. It always happened when she was angry. She
probably wasn't even aware that such a change occurred. It was part of the
reason he tormented her. ::At least she is no longer depressed.::

"Oh that's right, you want immortality," she said scathingly.
"You can't win a fight for real, so you need to cheat by being
immortal, is that it? You can't even beat a child on your own merits, so
you're going to cheat to do it!"

"Cheat?" Vegeta arched a brow at her. "I do not call that
cheating. I call that getting the upper hand on your opponents." He smirked
at her. "But then you do not have to worry about it, do you?"

"I see," she spat out at him. "And making it so that you can't
lose isn't cheating?!? Then I don't know what cheating is, I
guess! Making yourself immortal is cheating, and if you had any brains
you would realize that!" She slapped her coffee mug down on the
table, cracking it slightly, and then picked it up again and threw it at him
with all her strength, spilling coffee on Vegeta, the floor, and the table.

Vegeta caught the mug in his hand and brushed a drop of coffee off his
nose. She had a point, and that was annoying. He just glared at her, refusing to
comment on that particular subject but focused on the fact that she was angry. ::No,
she is furious.:: She was focusing all of her frustration about Yamcha onto
him. "So why do you put up with him, woman?" he asked, placing the cup
back on the table.

Bulma's breath caught at his question. She knew exactly to whom he was
rringring, and his implied slight cut right into her heart. How dared
he...?!? But then, he was Vegeta, he would dare anything. "And how
is it any of your business, cauliflower brain? Why should you
care? What business is it of yours?!?"

"It just seems to me that a woman of your intelligence would have moved
on by now," Vegeta said dryly. "I can't figure out why you stay with
him. The only ibleible explanation is that he pleases you sexually." He
tilted his head, and smiled. "Although I can't imagine that half-wit
knowing what to do with a female."

Bulma flushed in embarrassment. The assumption that she and Yamcha were
sleeping together was a common one, and Bulma was too embarrassed - and slightly
ashamed - to correct that misunderstanding with anyone. To tell anyone that he
had never slept with her would have been to let everyone know that he had never
found her desirabloughough to want to. At least, that was what Bulma suspected,
since whenever she made any moves even hinting in that direction, he practically
ran in terror. Yet she knew he flirted with other girls - he did it right in
front of her! - and she was certain he slept with more than a few of them.

She thought that maybe she was no longer attractive to him. She was growing
older, after all, and he did seem to prefer making time with the 'pretty young
things' that they always ran into. She suspected that he had been getting tired
of her for a long time, and that he simply didn't know how to tell her. Once
again, her feelings of low self-worth threatened to reach up through her throat
and choke her. She turned away from him, and leaned heavily on the palms of her
hands on the kitchen counter.

"Whether he does or he doesn't is none of your concern," she
muttered, her voice barely audible, "and I'd appreciate it if you'd mind
your own damned business about that. Maybe on Vegeta-sei everyone's sex lives
were commonly bantered about, but that's not the way it works on Chikyuu."
She felt herself choking on the feelings of undesirability and unlovableness
that swept through her, and sudden tears stung her eyes.

"Just go away,
Vegeta," she muttered, her shoulders slumping. "You don't give a damn
about me or anyone else, so juo awo away and leave me alone."

Vegeta frowned. ::Now what?:: He was tempted to do as she asked but
something in her tone made him want to stay. Her mood swings were confusing, and
he was sure that he would never understand her. But that didn't keep him from
trying. "If he hurts you that much, you should get rid of him," he
said flatly. He stood up and moved behind her, very much tempted to hold her.

"That is NOT your business!" she shouted in frustration, and
spun on her heel, intending to round on him in a fury. Her breath came out in a
strangled gasp when she discovered how close he was to her, almost right up
against her. She hadn't even heard him move, and he had somehow managed to sneak
right behind her without her noticing. ::Of course he would,:: she
realized. ::He hears better than a human does, he can learn to move more
quietly. And of course he just loves midamidating me!::

For some reason she could feel her heart pounding loudly in her ears, and
wondered if he could hear it too. She felt his breon hon her cheek and she
started to tremble. His chest was almost touching hers, his face was only inches
from her own.

She suddenly became incapable of thought.

To Be Continued...

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>

And in the next exciting episode of DragonBall Z: A Light in the Darkness...
the seduction.

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OK, at the request of the readers, I've taken out the notes on the Japanese
terms. It includes any Japanese terms we use throughout the fic, although if we
forget any, just let me know and I'll add it in.

http://www.miaskywalker.net/fanfics/japanesenotes.html
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