Agapē – A Vegeta and Bulma Fan Fiction

By: Faker Face

Permanent address: /u/210641/

Hello…. It's been forever since I've submitted a fan fiction here on . I've been a member since '02, and since then I have removed most of my fictions. I hope everyone will please take the time to submit a review once they are done reading my story. As a personal request, I ask that you put thought and careful consideration into the story as I have done to write this fiction.

I don't ask for reviews to hear someone say it's "great", I really honestly want to know if it's compelling and worth your time. If it isn't, I need to know why; otherwise I would continue writing pointlessly.

On a side note… for anyone who's interested, here's a tidbit about the title of my fiction.
-"Agape and the verb agapao are used extensively in the Septuagint as the translation of the common Hebrew term for love which is used to denote sexual desire, affection for spouse and children, brotherly love, and God's love for humanity."
-"It can be described as the feeling of being content or holding one in high regard."

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All I ask is that you include my penname and my permanent address. What is the reason for this, you ask? In the future I might change my penname ( did so recently ), and therefore the "easy" address will be useless. I have included the permanent address to my account above.

DISCLAIMERS (which shouldn't even be mentioned because is a "fan" "fiction" site):

I don't own Dragonball Z, or any of its characters. I do however own an imagination used to create this fic. Please enjoy everyone!

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Agapē
In the Beginning

It was early in the morning on a blistering hot summer day, and already Vegeta was in the gravity room training. He started with the same routine every day, and it hadn't changed since day one. He'd start off with five hours of meditation, mostly because at this hour he needed a way to wake himself up. Afterwards, he'd spend all afternoon with intense physical training that would kill anyone lesser than he. It wasn't until around dinner time that he removed himself from the gravity room, and he only came out because he knew he needed to eat.

That of course had been learned the hard way. Vegeta, on several occasions, had passed out in mid-training and woke up in bed with bandages and a killer headache. It was then he learned that Bulma or Dr. Briefs had been checking up on him periodically to make sure he was alive, using some kind of confounded contraption they had planted into the machine. At least they were good for something; otherwise he would have been in there even longer.

"Vegeta," Bulma had remarked to him, "You shouldn't push yourself so hard."

"What would you know, woman?" he huffed angrily, giving her a look of contempt that she had already grown an emotional callous to.

"Just trust me, alright? If you'd just take an hour or two to eat every day and rest, it would save you 'precious time' for training. After all, you just wasted an entire day passed out, when otherwise you could be in perfectly good health."

That was the end of it. Although it pained his pride to admit it, the human had a point. Since then, he hadn't done it again, but Vegeta was tempted to take himself to the breaking point every so often. He opened his eyes and glanced around the room, noticing it's obvious state of disrepair. The woman would have to get off her ass and fix it soon, because he had no time to waste.

Vegeta exited the gravity room with a towel thrown around his shoulder, slightly bruised but otherwise in good condition. As he walked through the Briefs' home, he called out for his servant to fix the mess he made. "I want it fixed for tomorrow."

"Sure thing, your majesty." She said with hefty sarcasm. "You always want to tell me these things when it's almost bed time!"

"Forgive me, I should know better than to interrupt your beauty sleep. After all, you need plenty of it." He scowled as he opened the refrigerator. He heard her huff, and when he turned to look at her she seemed to have herself under control.

"Don't mess with that. Dinner's in the dining room… but you're not getting any until you've had a bath." She remarked, arms folded with a slight glare.

"Fine." Was all he said before leaving, much to Bulma's surprise. Unknown to her, he had simply left because he really did feel like he needed a bath, not because she had told him to. He walked down the hallway at a leisurely pace and entered what was now his room and shut the door.

After cleaning himself to his satisfaction a few minutes later, Vegeta walked back to the dining room to eat. Everything was already laid out for him as he expected it should. He noticed Bulma was the only one there, but didn't bother to ask her about it. It was a common misconception that Vegeta cared less about what went on around him, but he was quite observant and aware of his surroundings at all times.

The prince sat down and began to eat as Saiyajin do, albeit with a bit more manners. Bulma looked over at him and noticed he wasn't in a terrible mood, so she proceeded with a question."So, what do you want fixed, Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

"For starters, the floor is destroyed." He growled slightly then continued eating.

"The floor." Bulma said.

"Did I stutter?" he remarked, taking a can of beer and drinking.

"What else?" She asked, "And please, try not to add any more of your smartass little comments, please."

"There's a panel on the ceiling that became loose and fell to the floor when I increased the gravity. Fix that and make sure there aren't others like it!" Vegeta pushed a few plates to the side and replaced them with even more food.

"Alright. I'll go check it out." She let out a sigh and stood up, leaving him alone in the room. Vegeta watched her leave and continued eating, leaving the mess behind when he was through. Although he liked to think he was leaving a bit more for her to do, Vegeta knew that she had quite a few machines around the place to do simple tasks. Once he was in his room, Vegeta laid down and went to sleep, already eagerly awaiting the coming day's training.

The following morning, Vegeta strolled into gravity room fully expecting all repairs to have been completed. After all, it was only common sense that all his demands were carried out quickly and efficiently. He looked above at the ceiling and sure enough it had been already fixed. When he looked down however, he noticed Bulma lying on the floor sleeping. He walked up to her and looked Bulma over with his arms crossed, "Servant woman, wake up!"

Bulma looked up at him sleepily, immediately standing the second she realized it was the ornery prince. "Vegeta!" She said, brushing her hair flat using her hands, "I must have fallen asleep… sorry! I'll leave."

"Good! Now get out of here, you're wasting my time." He remarked, glaring at her until she left the room.

"God, what a jerk." She thought to herself sleepily as she made her way to her room, "At least he won't be able to whine about the repairs." Once she managed to shuffle her way over there, Bulma laid down and concentrated on going back to sleep. It seemed as though hours had passed and she had not even gotten a moment's worth of shuteye. "Damn that Vegeta." She yawned sleepily, suddenly jolting and propping herself onto her elbows when she felt a terrible vibration rock the entire compound. "What the hell was that!" she screeched to no one in particular.

It wasn't until she heard a frustrated shout that she realized what probably happened.

"Not again!" she cried in frustration as she made her way to the gravity room. Before she was able to get there, she met up with Vegeta, who was angrier than a nest of yellow jackets. "Vegeta what happened? Are you alright?" she asked hurriedly.

"The damn machine broke! Again! How many times am I going to have to deal with this?!" he yelled, not even bothering to answer her.

She crossed her arms and glared at him, giving him the kind of attitude he wouldn't tolerate from anyone other than her. "Vegeta! How high did you set it this time? Huh?"

Vegeta growled and moved closer to her to get his point across, "What's it to you, woman? Just fix the damn thing!"

She shouted back at him, not even realizing who she was talking to, "My father and I specifically said not to go over 400 until we could come up with another generator to replace the one you broke!" The prince glared at her and shook a bit in frustration. "Oh, whatever," she added a bit more calmly, "… at least you didn't destroy the entire room this time."

"Where the hell is that incompetent old man, anyway?" Vegeta asked angrily.

"My father, Vegeta, went to go buy the parts we needed… I better call him and tell him to get a few extra things." Bulma continued, "In the mean time, I suggest you go to Goku's for a bit until we can get this thing fixed. He'll train with you, won't he?" She wasn't actually expecting an answer, but she did expect it when Vegeta took off in the blink of an eye and tore through the sky with apparent ease. "Well…" Bulma sighed, "Better survey all of the damage."

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End of Chapter One

Hope you liked this lengthy intro. I'll save you all, and myself, a whole lot of aggravation by speeding through the repair process and getting to the bulk of the story. Please review if you made it this far.