Author: ukyou1 PM
Temporarily on hold till Blue Seed fic is done. My version of the V/B get togetherRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Bulma & Vegeta - Chapters: 4 - Words: 7,089 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-16-02 - Published: 01-31-02 - id: 577598
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon ball Z or any of its characters.
AN: I am looking for a beta reader. Since my husband is not fond of reading romance, when I try to have him proof read for me he tries to "correct" the romance right out of my stories. Plus we just have very different ways of approaching a story and he gets a bit disgruntled when I do not jump at his advice.
Most who know Bulma have figured out that she is slightly bi-polar. Meaning that when something excited her, she would focus everything into whatever was exciting her and ignoring all else. When Bulma had a project that interested her it was not uncommon for her to forget to eat and sleep, let alone interact with anyone. Of course when she was not motivated it was the flip side and she could also be the laziest person on the planet.
Tonight, Vegeta's Saiyan armor had sparked her interest. So much so that she completely forgot how tired she was after the whole Namek ordeal and was quite cheerfully buzzing around her private lab activating various robots to examine the armor or to try to form the compounds that Bulma theorized where necessary to copy it. Watching one machine struggle to stretch the material she could not help but chuckle. "You would have to be a Saiyan just to have enough strength to put this on." The material moved fluidly and yet was tough enough that Bulma was sure that it could stop most projectiles from penetrating. The armor's material also seemed to be almost crystalline, and she suspected that it would help in dispersing Ki blasts. Around vita areas there would be even more armor and Bulma giggled at the large cod piece. "My, aren't we egotistical."
All in all Bulma was having a great time. However, by six she was only able to synthesize the main body, not the shoulder armor as well. With a regretful sigh, Bulma backed up her data and grabbed Vegeta's new armor. "While it might be entertaining, I do not think it would be a good idea to have a naked Saiyan wondering about." With the last bit of her energy, Bulma skipped to Vegeta's room humming happily at how smart she was.
Stopping outside Vegeta's door, Bulma inhaled deeply and prepared herself for what would probably be another game of don't stare at the incredibly well built, naked, psycho Saiyan. While Bulma could sometimes be as bad as Master Roshi when it came to drooling over nice bodies (of course males in Bulma's case), she felt now was probably not a good time for such behavior. For some reason Bulma did not believe Vegeta was as bad as he seemed, however she also was not ready to test that theory in this circumstance. Bulma would feel a bit more secure once he was properly covered. "Not that this armor leaves much to the imagination" she thought with a mental chuckle.
Letting her breath out, Bulma pounded boldly on the door. "Hey sleepy head! I have a present for you." While she did not want to piss off the Saiyan prince, she did want him to relax and her mother had taught her the best way to get others to relax is to be cheerful and relaxed yourself. After a few moments silence, Bulma pounded louder. *Oh great. I seriously hope I do not have a naked Saiyan wandering around.* "Vegeta if I do not get some sign of life I'm coming in." At this point Bulma was not sure whether it was better to have a naked Saiyan wandering around or a pissed off one in the room.
Without warning a ki blast came shooting through the door inches from Bulma's head. In a split second Bulma had plastered herself to the floor fear flooding through her veins. However, that fear was soon replaced with adrenaline pumped anger when she heard a snort of mirth from inside a certain prince's room and just knew it was accompanied by an obnoxious smirk. "You jackass!!" She screamed. "I was just trying to give you this!" Bulma opened the door and threw the new armor at Vegeta who was sitting on the bed in the same position she had left him. Seeing Vegeta sitting impassively on his bed caused Bulma's brain to kick in. *What the hell am I doing!? This is Vegeta. There may be a chance that he is not all bad at the core. But, on the outside he is a killer.* Instantly Bulma activated her happy mask and continued in a sugary voice, "mom said she was making pancakes and eggs today so hurry up and try on your new armor. I will meet you there." Without giving Vegeta a chance to respond Bulma fled his room for her own trying the control the shakiness of her limbs. *Girl, you have always been an adrenaline junky, but, this is really pushing it* she admonished herself from the relative safety of her room. With lightning speed (as far as Bulma is concerned) she took a shower and got changed. As she headed out her door Bulma noticed it was already 7:09. "Crap! I hope Vegeta is not hassling my mom." Bulma exclaimed as she raced towards the family dinning area.
Meanwhile there was a very confused Saiyan in the next room. "She has got to be crazy" he grumbled to himself. Looking down, he examined the armor she had tossed on the bed. Vegeta's had to admit to himself that the replica was flawless, so either this planet already had the technology or the crazy woman had a very talented team of scientists working for her to have been able to figure out so quickly how to reproduce the armor, especially since it would have taken a number of hours for the process to actually replicate the armor. With a satisfied grunt Vegeta donned his new armor and did a few practice moves to test that it did indeed fit right. After 30 minutes of light stretches and basic moves, Vegeta was satisfied and decided that it was time for the Prince of all Saiyans to teach these crazy humans that he was the boss around here. He would not kill them since he did plan to wait till after he beat Kakarot. He just planned to scare them a bit like he did the blue haired woman. With purposeful strides Vegeta left his room, casually noticing that the clock read 6:48.
AN: Sorry this chapter is so short, but this story is fighting me tooth and nail right now. I have all the images in my head I just cannot seem to make them come out. I promise the next chapter will be better. Especially if I can find a beta reader who will scream at me if I write to much junk. Hope you enjoy this chapter.