3 Years in the Making
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Dragon Ball Z › Yuri - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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3,042
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
3 Years in the Making
Chapter 1.
I do not own DBZ. So HAH. Can’t sue me. All characters belong to rightful copyright owners, except for MY characters. They belong to me. Thank you.
I am looking for a beta reader. I like someone with good writing skills (because mine are lacking), and an imagination. Story is still sort-of a rough-draft. Always changing always adding. At the moment I have up to 60 pages written. That’s about 8-9 chapters. First rough-draft is posted on ff.net. I’m changing allot at the moment. SO PLEASE. If you think you could really help to make this story great, e-mail me. Tiffanyfurse@yahoo.com.
Spank ya.
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Why I created this story:
I have my own twisted version of how these two got together. TWISTED is the best word to describe it. I also wanted to put all the pieces together… like why she looks a little buff during the android saga. Didn’t you ever notice that? She had muscle!
Also, why Yamcha seemed so upset about her kid and Vegeta.
I also wanted to explain why the hell Vegeta was in space…when he went Super Saiyan.
Story is still sort-of a rough-draft.
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Story ratings: M/M, M/F, M/M/F, F/F, BDSM, a little death and destruction. And Oh yea. Characters are a little OOC. Bulma’s more of a Bitch. ^_~
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\"Vegeta!\" Bulma yelled from the other side of the capsule corporation. She had been lying in the sun next to the family pool. It had been a nice Saturday afternoon with no worries, no work, and no Vegeta. But just when she thought everything was perfect, that\'s when the eardrum shattering explosion had gone off; which of course could only have come from Vegeta\'s training.
He liked to destroy things, and over the past few months that liking had escalated ten fold. She was having a hard time keeping up, she just knew sooner or later it was going to get him six feet under… or paralyzed for life. Maybe even brain damaged-he would never be able to insult her again. Their was always a bright side to everything.
She came stomping around the corner only to see Vegeta crawl out from the debris of another gravity room. Amazingly she couldn\'t see a single scratch on him. Too much blood and too many bruises were in the way to see anything else. \"Kami! Vegeta, what did you do this time!\" Bulma came to a halt and placed her hands on her hips.
\"Shut up Woman!\" Vegeta choked out has he threw a chunk of the ex-GR\'s wall from him. Bulma\'s nose shot up. He should know by now, she would never shut up. Not even in death.
\"The name is Bul-ma, B-u-l-m-a. Got that!\"
Vegeta had trouble understanding why she always had to spell it out to him. It made him wonder if she had to do that so that she wouldn\'t forget it.
\"Well, if your highness would be gracious enough to—\" his voice was filled with spite. He didn\'t have the patience at the moment to listen to this.
\"Oh hell! Fuck off Vegeta. How many more times must we do this? I\'ll get the damn first aid kit.\"
\"And begin construction on a new GR,\" He interjected \"hopefully you could actually use that brain of yours and make a working one!\" Vegeta looked up to notice Bulma wearing her soft blue bathing suit, which he though looked more like underwear, with her black sunglasses. He was fortunate enough to have looked in time to see her remove her glasses, and throw them. Her aim would have been true, but he still had energy enough to deflect them like most would swat a fly.
Vegeta growled and narrowed his eyes. She spun on her heel, fuming. He reluctantly followed her into the house. He kept his hands over his side, which was cut and bleeding all over, he was also limping. That last blast had done a number on him. So close, so very close.
Even as blood trailed down his face from a cut, and his scowl graced his face, he was cute. Bulma couldn\'t deny it, nor would she try to. God forbid that some one dare say she wasn\'t sexy. They would die a very painful death. \"Hell, Vegeta, would it kill you to be a little more careful. This is the-\" She counted on her fingers \"fourth time! At least you\'ve had only one really bad accident. But honestly I can\'t keep up.\" Her hands threw up in the air out of exasperation. \"I don\'t want to keep cleaning and rebuilding, nor do I want to have to worry every damn time I hear a bang and then a crash. One of these times I just know your not going to be able to crawl your way out.\"
Blah, blah, blah…. Could she ever learn to shut her trap! \"Yes, dear.\" Vegeta said after a certain amount of her bickering. Of course he always meant it as sarcasm. The way she went on, has if she had the right to say anything at all. At least other than a place to stay, food to eat and an area for him to train, He was a prince, and if not that. A cold blooded killer. \"Can we please just get on with it woman? I’m a little hurt at the moment and your insistent chatter is making my ears ring!\" He loved that look that would cross her face. He could only smirk and wait for her to open that damn door and move out of the way.
\"You jerk!\" Her voice was filled with little to no tone. She loved these little battles.
\"Good for you. Now go write a book about it, get famous, and preach about it to all the other loud mouthed females on the planet for all I care. Just get out of my way!\"
\"A real man of few words, aren\'t you?\"
She finally had stepped out of the way. \"Compared to you, who isn\'t?\" Vegeta rolled his eyes as he moved past her and made his way to the bed. He enjoyed the soft pillow and warm sheets as he lay down. Almost instantly he felt that much better. He just needed to get off his feet. Bulma cursed under her breath about the \'Saiyan\' as she dug into her small little white box with the Red Cross. He could only keep himself from chuckling at some of the things that would pas from her lips. So much for the \'rich and proper\' raising she had supposedly received. She stopped mumbling and filled a needle; clearing the air from it she looked down and grinned. \"I don\'t need that.\"
\"Oh shut up… Kakarot.\" He loved it when she would grin like that, but he hated it when she would compare, little alone refer him, Vegeta, to that idiot.
\"Watch your tongue.\" He said flatly with a glare to top it off. She only smiled more. The grin grew bigger as she more or less dug the needle into his arm. Vegeta took the moment to look her over. \"Do you always wear those? Do you not know what clothing is?\"
\"And WHAT is wrong with these? Hmm? It\'s not my fault you always manage to time your blowing up sessions to when I take a swim, Vegeta.\" She tried to imitate his tone, clumsily. He could feel the injection start to flow through his body. The sleep inducer worked on him and his eyelids began to close. \"Sweet dreams, asshole.\" He heard her mumble just as he went out.
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Yes, this one is short. Don\'t worry. All other chapters are long.
I do not own DBZ. So HAH. Can’t sue me. All characters belong to rightful copyright owners, except for MY characters. They belong to me. Thank you.
I am looking for a beta reader. I like someone with good writing skills (because mine are lacking), and an imagination. Story is still sort-of a rough-draft. Always changing always adding. At the moment I have up to 60 pages written. That’s about 8-9 chapters. First rough-draft is posted on ff.net. I’m changing allot at the moment. SO PLEASE. If you think you could really help to make this story great, e-mail me. Tiffanyfurse@yahoo.com.
Spank ya.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Why I created this story:
I have my own twisted version of how these two got together. TWISTED is the best word to describe it. I also wanted to put all the pieces together… like why she looks a little buff during the android saga. Didn’t you ever notice that? She had muscle!
Also, why Yamcha seemed so upset about her kid and Vegeta.
I also wanted to explain why the hell Vegeta was in space…when he went Super Saiyan.
Story is still sort-of a rough-draft.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Story ratings: M/M, M/F, M/M/F, F/F, BDSM, a little death and destruction. And Oh yea. Characters are a little OOC. Bulma’s more of a Bitch. ^_~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
\"Vegeta!\" Bulma yelled from the other side of the capsule corporation. She had been lying in the sun next to the family pool. It had been a nice Saturday afternoon with no worries, no work, and no Vegeta. But just when she thought everything was perfect, that\'s when the eardrum shattering explosion had gone off; which of course could only have come from Vegeta\'s training.
He liked to destroy things, and over the past few months that liking had escalated ten fold. She was having a hard time keeping up, she just knew sooner or later it was going to get him six feet under… or paralyzed for life. Maybe even brain damaged-he would never be able to insult her again. Their was always a bright side to everything.
She came stomping around the corner only to see Vegeta crawl out from the debris of another gravity room. Amazingly she couldn\'t see a single scratch on him. Too much blood and too many bruises were in the way to see anything else. \"Kami! Vegeta, what did you do this time!\" Bulma came to a halt and placed her hands on her hips.
\"Shut up Woman!\" Vegeta choked out has he threw a chunk of the ex-GR\'s wall from him. Bulma\'s nose shot up. He should know by now, she would never shut up. Not even in death.
\"The name is Bul-ma, B-u-l-m-a. Got that!\"
Vegeta had trouble understanding why she always had to spell it out to him. It made him wonder if she had to do that so that she wouldn\'t forget it.
\"Well, if your highness would be gracious enough to—\" his voice was filled with spite. He didn\'t have the patience at the moment to listen to this.
\"Oh hell! Fuck off Vegeta. How many more times must we do this? I\'ll get the damn first aid kit.\"
\"And begin construction on a new GR,\" He interjected \"hopefully you could actually use that brain of yours and make a working one!\" Vegeta looked up to notice Bulma wearing her soft blue bathing suit, which he though looked more like underwear, with her black sunglasses. He was fortunate enough to have looked in time to see her remove her glasses, and throw them. Her aim would have been true, but he still had energy enough to deflect them like most would swat a fly.
Vegeta growled and narrowed his eyes. She spun on her heel, fuming. He reluctantly followed her into the house. He kept his hands over his side, which was cut and bleeding all over, he was also limping. That last blast had done a number on him. So close, so very close.
Even as blood trailed down his face from a cut, and his scowl graced his face, he was cute. Bulma couldn\'t deny it, nor would she try to. God forbid that some one dare say she wasn\'t sexy. They would die a very painful death. \"Hell, Vegeta, would it kill you to be a little more careful. This is the-\" She counted on her fingers \"fourth time! At least you\'ve had only one really bad accident. But honestly I can\'t keep up.\" Her hands threw up in the air out of exasperation. \"I don\'t want to keep cleaning and rebuilding, nor do I want to have to worry every damn time I hear a bang and then a crash. One of these times I just know your not going to be able to crawl your way out.\"
Blah, blah, blah…. Could she ever learn to shut her trap! \"Yes, dear.\" Vegeta said after a certain amount of her bickering. Of course he always meant it as sarcasm. The way she went on, has if she had the right to say anything at all. At least other than a place to stay, food to eat and an area for him to train, He was a prince, and if not that. A cold blooded killer. \"Can we please just get on with it woman? I’m a little hurt at the moment and your insistent chatter is making my ears ring!\" He loved that look that would cross her face. He could only smirk and wait for her to open that damn door and move out of the way.
\"You jerk!\" Her voice was filled with little to no tone. She loved these little battles.
\"Good for you. Now go write a book about it, get famous, and preach about it to all the other loud mouthed females on the planet for all I care. Just get out of my way!\"
\"A real man of few words, aren\'t you?\"
She finally had stepped out of the way. \"Compared to you, who isn\'t?\" Vegeta rolled his eyes as he moved past her and made his way to the bed. He enjoyed the soft pillow and warm sheets as he lay down. Almost instantly he felt that much better. He just needed to get off his feet. Bulma cursed under her breath about the \'Saiyan\' as she dug into her small little white box with the Red Cross. He could only keep himself from chuckling at some of the things that would pas from her lips. So much for the \'rich and proper\' raising she had supposedly received. She stopped mumbling and filled a needle; clearing the air from it she looked down and grinned. \"I don\'t need that.\"
\"Oh shut up… Kakarot.\" He loved it when she would grin like that, but he hated it when she would compare, little alone refer him, Vegeta, to that idiot.
\"Watch your tongue.\" He said flatly with a glare to top it off. She only smiled more. The grin grew bigger as she more or less dug the needle into his arm. Vegeta took the moment to look her over. \"Do you always wear those? Do you not know what clothing is?\"
\"And WHAT is wrong with these? Hmm? It\'s not my fault you always manage to time your blowing up sessions to when I take a swim, Vegeta.\" She tried to imitate his tone, clumsily. He could feel the injection start to flow through his body. The sleep inducer worked on him and his eyelids began to close. \"Sweet dreams, asshole.\" He heard her mumble just as he went out.
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Yes, this one is short. Don\'t worry. All other chapters are long.