Those 3 years chapter 38 months had passed since the strange young boy from the future told Goku about their horrible fate. All the Z warriors had been training non- stop for that day in three years time, determined to change the Earth's history. One person however, seemed to be training the hardest out of all of them. That person was the Saiyan Prince. Bulma had spent pretty much her whole life around these muscle headed men and knew how they took their training seriously. She knew how they all strived to be the best and strongest they could be. But something about Vegeta was different. He took his training to a whole different level and pushed himself far beyond the others. Sometimes he would train in the gravity room without stopping for days. How he was able to for so long was beyond her. Although he was temporarily living at Capsule Corps, he was barely seen by the Briefs. They only saw each other when it was time for breakfast or dinner and that was it. It was rare when he spoke just a few words to the
A very merry christmas with Vegeta and Goku"Vegeta did you really forget again?!""Of course I didn't! How can I with you rambling on about it for the last two months. I just choose to not acknowledge it. You Earthlings and you're stupid traditions!"" 'Geta I don't want to fight with you. It's going to be Christmas tomorrow! It's time for love, kindness and happiness! Now I'm kindly TELLING you that this year YOU'RE buying Trunks a present. One that's special and comes from the heart. Can you do that for me?""No I can't. I'm incapable of doing such a thing.""Too bad because you're doing it. It's not an option. I already got him a gift from me, now it's your turn. Do you really want to look into his eyes Christmas day, and see them full of hurt
and it would be all because you, his hero, did not get him something from the heart.""
Fine Bulma I'll go. But don't think it's because you convinced me, I'm doing it out of my own free will.""Course my love," she placed a small kiss on his cheek and continued
Wait it outHe'd always been good at suffering through things he found inane and boring, but with the thought of what was to come after this banquet was over it was becoming unbearable. With his face still set in a neutral mask, he let one of his hands rise to rest between his wife's shoulder blades. "How much longer do we have to be here?" he whispered a bit loudly, not caring if anyone overheard.Bulma shifted her footing, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that was creeping down her spine. "You know we have to stick it out until the end, Vegeta," she bit out, annoyance creeping into her voice as she felt his fingers skim down her back."It's a shame," he sighed disappointedly against her neck. His fingers played with the strings that he'd laced up earlier. "I was hoping we could sneak out of here."She felt his thumb sweep down to brush teasingly against the top of her butt, causing the shiver that had run down her spine to shot quickly back up. Her shoulders shook as if she was chi
Those 3 years Chapter 1It had been an hour since everyone had just landed on Earth after being transported there with the last wish of the Namekian dragon balls. Bulma invited the Namekians to stay at her home until they could be wished to their new home planet. Before boarding the plane her father had brought to bring everyone back to Capsule Corps, she noticed Vegeta leaning against a tree and looking away from everyone. 'Damn,' she thought. 'He doesn't have any where to go
poor guy. Guess it wouldn't hurt to extend the offer to him too. Besides, it will only be temporary.' She casually walked over to Vegeta and with a smile on her face, and kindly said "What about you? Hey home boy!"He widened his eyes in shock at how she had addressed him, and the fact that he wasn't counting on her to talk to him at all, or anyone for that matter. "What? Home
. What" was all he managed to spit out. Not really knowing how to respond considering he didn't exactly know what a "home boy" actually was.
A small ProblemA small problem.Bulma ran down the hallway with her tool kit. "He's going to kill me..." She breathed as she kicked open the door to her study. She glanced around the room before she entered."Vegeta? Where are you?" She asked in a frightened tone, tip toeing into the room."Over here you wretched idiotic inexcusable failure as a female human!" Vegeta shouted from the table. Bulma glared at the source of the sound. The sight made her laugh slightly.Vegeta was only 10 cm tall and sat on the end of a screwdriver. VERY angry."For your information, YOU should not have been in my lab in the first place." Bulma protested and put the toolbox on the end of the table as far away from Vegeta as possible."Or maybe YOU should come when I call you!" Vegeta said and stood up. Bulma tried her hardest not to smile at the action-figure-sized sayian prince."I couldn't hear you." Bulma opened the box. "And you shouldn't touch my stuff without permission." She argued and picked up the ancient prototy