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Those Three Years "Soon.. Very soon.." She muttered, smearing the sweat off her forehead, while clenched to a wrench. This whole time she had been trying to fix her favorite buggy, it seemed the capsule option was glitching like hell with this old model. With one free hand, she swipped the blue hair that went in front of her eyes to see what she was doing.. Carefully looking at all the parts and pieces to when the transforming of an object can pop into a bite-sized capsule.
She was wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts, just to make her job more easy with movement, even though it was quite revealing, she didn't care.
Everything was going to plan, a quiet evening without anyone bothering her. Her parents had a meeting out of town to discuss Capsule Corporation business, and her mom even was nice enough to hire someone to watch her animals instead of leaving Bulma to manage it.
So everything wa
Those Three Years ch6Besides having a minor hang over from all those bear cans laying neatly outside her bedroom, Bulma lay in her bed thinking about the glorious realistic dream she had. She had a dream about Vegeta once again, kissing him infact, and how she wanted to invite her close friends over just to tell them about it like last time...Even though she still hated Yamcha.. She knew sooner or later they would be friends again, it would just be too awkward, he was apart of the 'gang', or 'z fighters'.. but for now, she had to be strong and not think about assholes, except for Vegeta.
She got up, brushed her hair lazely and walked downstairs towards the kitchen to get a cup of coffee to start her day... As she walked down the hallway leading to her destination she passed Vegeta... He had just worked out, when he stopped to examine her. "Woman, you've been sleeping all morning.." He sounded irratated, ".. and I want my damn breakfast."
Those Three Years ch4 She clenched her chest and sobbed quietly. Why was it that someone like her, the rich beautiful genius, gets used? Was she that ordinary and dull that her first boyfriend, the 'love' of her life, cheats on her? "His loss.." She spat, trying to dry her eyes.
She dug her barefeet in the dirt, and sat there under a tree in the park. It had been an hour since she sped off, and falling off her vehical only to suffer scratches and small bruises, which really was nothing. She was strong, mabe not like the boys she grew up with, Krillin and Goku... but she knew how to hold her own after all those years. She had to accept, that boy from years ago who was afraid of girls was now a man... a man that turned into a womanizer, a playboy. She wanted just one person, and she thought it was him..
Suddenly her heart stopped as she saw a shadow approach her slowly. She got up
Those Three Years ch9 "Ugh sickness.." Another wave of dizziness, and nausea hit her suddenly as she tried to work on her latest invention. "What the hell is wrong with me?..." she blurted out.. and before she knew it she was on her heels to the nearest restroom, almost missing the toilet, she let her breakfast all out. Her blue hair brushing over her eyes and sloping over the toilet seat. She snorted in disgust. "Must be a fucking flu... no flu will prevent me from doing my work.." She growled. She was a genius after all, and her work came first... She had to admit though, her blueprints and engineering had been quite slow recently. She'd find herself daydreaming of that arrogant son of a bitch... She sneer at herself, wondering why she'd let such a bastard enter her thoughts, and when she did think of him, he was so gentle and caring.. She was totally kidding herself! Nevertheless, she found herself developing unnecessary feelings for the saiyan prince, ever since they'd
Those Three Years ch2 Vegeta ate in silence, but his thoughts were somewhere else rather on the food he devoured. One, he wasn't satisfied with his training results, he so badly wanted to achieve being a Super Saiyan, his whole life he had dreamed to meet that legendary goal, but instead he lived to see it taken away from him by clowns, lowerclass scum..That future boy, and..."Kakarott.." The name rolled off the tongue venomously as he said it. There was one more thing he pushed in back of his thoughts... The blue haired woman. He certainly did not forget what she had done, he was utterly confused that the foolish vulgar girl would actually care about him in someway, even after he and Nappa killed her stupid-ass mate Yamcha.
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt her small ki make its way towards his Gravity Chamber outside.. He smirked wondering what she needed, that was his 'territory', he had the right to know. So with that
Those Three Years ch5 The following day she had been floating in her own emotions... First of all, she was never going to allow herself to be with Yamcha again. Once a cheater, always a cheater.. Second, she didn't know what to think of Vegeta anymore. Yes he was still an ass, but there was something about him.. something that made her actually trust the deranged arrogant prince. It was insane, but she considered herself a scientific genius who liked to take risks. She had survived her childhood with Goku, then the trip on Namek, and now she had invited a cold-blooded saiyan monkey into her home.. She knew what she was doing, she was smart... That didn't stop her from cringing as she sipped her hot coffee silently at the kitchen table.
She remembered Vegeta clearly on Namek, but then she remembered him standing non-chalantly against that tree, trying to push everyone around him out of his world.
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