Author: Briana Breezy PM
"You're my strength and my weakness." Vegeta is torn over his feelings for Bulma Briefs. Will his head or his heart prevail? This story follows the DBZ plotline. Completed, but you're encouraged to read it if you never have. Review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Vegeta & Bulma - Chapters: 13 - Words: 22,504 - Reviews: 71 - Favs: 29 - Follows: 23 - Updated: 08-11-12 - Published: 07-16-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8328380
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Oh, guys. I figured this would be a good time to give you a taste of what Vegeta has on his mind. If you guys like this P.O.V, I'll do more later on. And without further delay, Ch. 3 everybody!
Chapter Three – Vegeta's P.O.V
Vegeta watches as Bulma leaves the room. His face is still hot, although he isn't sure why exactly. It must be the way she looked at him when she talked. Oh, those blue eyes... There was a clatter as she began to do the dishes. That brought Vegeta back to his senses. Fool, he thought. She's just an earth woman. Then he smiles wryly to himself.
"But she isn't afraid of me." He says aloud, quietly, pondering. Vegeta decides now would be a good time to go to sleep. Eating always made him tired. He was careful not to hurt himself as he eased his back onto the bed, his head onto the pillow. He fell asleep in seconds and had no memorable dreams.
The next morning, his hunger woke him up. It was a bit earlier than the humans would be awake, but he wanted food. He trudged to Bulma's room, more sore than ever but already healing. Not even bothering to knock on the door, he turned the knob to see her sleeping, tangled in her sheets. It was obvious that she was sleeping nude. Vegeta raised his eyebrows.
"Woman." She didn't even stir.
"Woman," He said a bit louder. Again, she seems to not notice his presence. Vegeta walks over to her bed, laying a hand on her shoulder and tries to shake her awake. Her eyes flutter open slightly.
"Wha…Vegeta?" She widens her eyes in confusion and sits up. The sheets fall down and expose her chest.
"Uh –" Vegeta tears his eyes away from Bulma's breasts.
"What? You've never seen a naked woman before?" Although she said it like she didn't care, her face was a little red.
"Put some clothes on and make me food if you wouldn't mind. I have to train today, and I need to be at full strength to do so." He could hear Bulma getting up – without warning him – and he tried not to look in her direction. Key word, tried. He did happen to sneak a peek before she was dressed. She threw on her undergarments and an oversized t-shirt.
"Alright, I'll make you breakfast, but you sure as hell aren't training today. You only just got hurt yesterday, and we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself worse."
"You fool, I am a Saiyan! I'm already healing faster than you weak humans!" Vegeta says as he follows Bulma to the kitchen. He couldn't help but notice how great her legs looked.
"You're not training today!" Bulma said a little loudly. For a mere human woman, she had the temperance of a Saiyan.
"Don't tell me what to do, woman." He smirked. He knew that addressing her as such would make her mad. Vegeta kind of liked when she was mad.
She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him. "My. Name. Is. Bulma," she growled. "Do not call me woman!" Bulma glared at him for a couple seconds and then turned around and continued walking. They soon entered the kitchen. Bulma sighs.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"I don't care, as long as it tastes decent and won't kill me."
Bulma gets to work on preparing him a large breakfast. He sits down at the kitchen table and watches her work. Even early in the morning she looks beautiful, he thinks. Betrayed by himself, he mentally kicks himself for thinking such a thing. He must still be tired. Vegeta continues to watch her work with awe. Eventually, she is done preparing the meal and brings the platters of food to the table. There were pancakes, biscuits, strawberries, eggs, bacon, toast, and kiwi. Vegeta eats most of it, and whatever he doesn't eat, Bulma picks at.
"Since you're not training today, I thought maybe we could go do something."
"Wom – Bulma, I am training today."
"Aw, so you will go hang out with me? How sweet of you Vegeta!"
"I never said –"
"Be ready at twelve. We'll go out to lunch. Sayonara!" Bulma winks, picks up the empty plates, sets them in the sink, and sashays away to her room.
"Damned woman," He says quietly. "I suppose I have no other choice but to have lunch with her."
He goes to his room, feeling considerably better after eating, and searches through the closet filled with clothes they had given to him. One thing he would not wear was anything pink. Vegeta wasn't sure what one wore when going out to lunch, but he figured he shouldn't look like he was trying too hard. It was only Bulma, after all. He picked out a black t-shirt and jeans from the closet and set them on the bed. Looking at himself in the mirror, he decided that he was healed enough to take off the silly looking bandages. Not to his surprise, his wounds had faded to mere pink marks of what used to be there. Those, too, would go away soon. One thing that had not faded was the horrible soreness of his bones and muscles. Deep down, he was glad he had the day off for once. It wasn't like he could have used the gravitron, anyway. Exiting his room, Vegeta walked to the bathroom, which was already occupied.
"Damn it," He said aloud. Turning around, he remembered that Bulma had a shower. As usual, he barged into her room without knocking.
"I require a cleansing." He stated. He took off his shirt in a way that said he wouldn't take no for an answer. She just stared.
"It's in there," She said, pointing to a doorway. A blush crept across her cheeks at the thought of Vegeta in the shower – her shower. Seeing her reaction, he took off the rest of his clothes right there and waltzed into her bathroom like nothing happened, a taunting smirk on his face. Just before he closed the bathroom door, he caught a glimpse of her face. It was a deep shade of red and her mouth was slightly open.
"Make yourself useful and wash those clothes, by the way." With that, Vegeta was in the shower and washing himself clean. He wondered idly why the earth woman had been so embarrassed to see him nude. Women on his planet would have paid to see such. He smirked, thinking that she had liked what she saw.
Once he finished his shower, he looked around the bathroom for something to dry himself off with. He spotted a hanging towel and quickly rubbed himself dry with it. After he was done doing that, he wrapped it around his body. Wouldn't want her to have a heart attack, Vegeta thought.
Vegeta exits the bathroom and finds that Bulma is no longer in her room, so he discards his towel onto her floor. Not caring that he is completely naked, he walks back to his room and changes with the door open. Of course, it would have been unfortunate if Dr. Briefs or his idiot wife had stumbled upon him in this state, but he hadn't really thought of them. Vegeta walks around the house for a bit, trying to find Bulma. By now, it was eleven-thirty, and he was wondering if she had decided to cancel their 'hanging out'. The only place he hadn't checked yet was the backyard, and that's where he went next. He searched for Bulma's ki and felt her close by, to his right. She was crying with her back against the house, her face in her hands. Vegeta approached her cautiously, crossing his arms.
"Bulma?" He said in the most comforting voice he could. He sat down next to her and brushed some hair away from her face with his bare hand. She looked up and her face was streaked with tears, her eyes red and puffy. He examined her for any physical damage and noticed three fingerprint shaped bruises forming on her arm. His ki flared at this.
"Who did this to you?" Vegeta growled angrily.
"It was – it was Yamcha," she said, sobs wracking her body still.
"I'll kill the bastard."
She smiled. "No, don't. But he came over while you were in the shower, and I got the door. He was already drunk. Which is odd, because I didn't know he drank. But anyway," Bulma takes a deep breath. "He kept going on about how much he needed me back, and I told him to talk to me when he was sober. And he said 'That's not how you talk to your boyfriend,' and he grabbed my arm, right there, and he wouldn't let go for anything. So I kicked the asshole where it counts, yelled that I wasn't his girlfriend, and slammed the door. That's when I came out here." She looked down at the ground. Vegeta tilts her head up and toward him with his fingers.
"I promise you, the next time I see him, I will hurt him. There is no excuse for hurting a girl as beautiful as you." Vegeta gasped as he let the last sentence out of his mouth.
Bulma smiled and kissed Vegeta on the cheek. "Are you still up for lunch?"
Crossing his arms, he replies, "Only if you are." And looks away. A million thoughts rush through his mind. The woman must be hallucinating if she thinks she can kiss the Prince of all Saiyans. He thinks. And if she thinks that was a kiss, she's mistaken. I'll have to show her a real kiss. Vegeta smirks, gets up, and offers his hand to aid her in standing.
"I'll be ready by twelve-thirty." Bulma says, looking at the garden. When she looks back, Vegeta was no longer there.
~* AHH! I really hoped you like where the story is going ^_^ I know I do. Next chapter is back to the normal P.O.V. Although I must admit, I do quite like Vegeta's P.O.V. If you have any suggestions or ideas, as well as praise or criticism, please do tell me. Thanks. Until next time! *~