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 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.
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 ch3 It sure got dark quickly. The night consumed what was left of the sunset, and now only the moon hovered over. Eight to nine minutes later Bulma had stopped quietly in front of Yamcha's small condo, and oddly enough, all the lights were off except his bedroom. Bulma hesitated for a second wondering why he would be 'training' in his room. She cursed under her breath, only assuming the obvious... She snuck on the side of his house, peering through his window..
To add fuel on the fire, there she witnessed Yamcha recieving a felatio from a blonde busty woman. That whore...Both of them.
With that, Bulma brushed away the angry tears that rolled down her face, walking to the enterance of his townhouse. She knocked softly, then kicked the welcome mat over to obtain a spare key Yamcha kept there, stupidly letting his 'girlfriend' know.
He was going to be in for a surprise.
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