This is my first fanfic in quite some time. I used to write stories on another name, which for some reason I totally cannot even remember. I wrote a story about A Walk to Remember – DBZ style, and I had started to write a story about Bulma building a time machine to find out what was happening in the future. Etc. But this was like 3 years ago, so this is my first real one I consider. It is rated for language, and future lemons. I tried to keep Vegeta in character, but in some cases I feel like around Bulma he begins to mentally feel out of character. I guess that's just me though. Anyways, sorry I'm talking too much. Enjoy!
Disclaimer : I don't own Dragon Ball Z or anything for that matter, except maybe your mom The title of the story is taken from the song "Giving In" by Adema. I was going to put the lyrics in the story, but sometimes I feel like song fics distract you from the story itself. So on we go!
Giving InBulma sat quietly with her legs folded to her chest on the swing in the backyard of Capsule Corp. She stared at the sky around her, which was turning a strange tangerine color because of the upcoming storm mixed with the sunset. She chewed on her full lips as existentialism collapsed in her lap. Throughout her entire life she always had a boyfriend or some guy practically kissing her feet, but since she broke up with Yamcha there was a void. Not that she missed Yamcha, if anything she was really pleased with the way things ended because it ended on good terms and it was more of a mutual sort of thing. She was just sick of the fact that every time she turned the television on it was about some unrealistic comedic romance that she knew she would never have. She didn't even really want any of that either. She just wanted something tangible, but it looked as though that wasn't going to happen any time soon either.
Bulma was convinced she would never find the right sort of love or any love for that matter. She brushed her long blue locks out of her face and twirling them in her fingers. She continued to bite her lip until blood spewed and she sucked on her bottom lip draining the blood away. Maybe she was just being a little bit too mellow dramatic. She managed to hide these sort of emotions from everyone else. Everyone still saw the same gorgeous, shapely, arrogant, bitchy, self-righteous know it all. Not the self-conscious, melancholy, and lonely woman. She especially didn't want him to see how she was really feeling.
She could almost hear it now "Showing emotion is a sign of weakness."
She was cut off from her thoughts from a shrill yell from the Gravity Room only a mere 30 feet from where she was sitting. The sadness suddenly washed away as she softly chuckled as the room broke down. Normally her dad would quietly oblige and fix it immediately but he and her mother had gone away on business for 2 weeks so now it was up to Bulma to follow his orders. Which wasn't going as well as Vegeta had planned.
"Fucking piece of shit human scrap metal," were the only words that Bulma could manage to hear through the screams.
She laughed some more being amused by the irritation pumping through Vegeta's royal veins. Bulma suddenly became depressed again with the realization that the only thing that gave her amusement was Vegeta getting annoyed. Is that the only thing that makes me happy anymore? Wow. I'm fucking pathetic.
Vegeta stormed out of the Gravity Room huffing and puffing as he stomped over to Bulma who held back the laughter overwhelming her. "Listen woman, if you are so God Damned smart then why can't you manage to fix the damn machine once and for all? I need to continue my training!" The short muscular man crossed his arms over his chest scowling.
"Well then I wouldn't have the pleasure of fixing it for you every fucking time you break it then would I your highness?" Bulma stated words dripping with sarcasm as she got up from the swing pulling down on her mini skirt as she walked into the gravity room slamming the door.
Vegeta stood there puzzled by her mood. Usually she would scream at him for calling her woman and insist that if he was so smart and perfect that he could fix it himself. And then she would scream incoherently for two minutes and then lock herself in her lab. Instead she was monotone and not her usual bitchy and feisty self. These fucking women and their hormones what an enigma.
Vegeta walked into the gravity room as Bulma cracked open the wire and control setting box snipping and twisting wires as Vegeta watched with irritation from the lack of training. He knew it was easier to just ignore her and not deal with her pathetic female antics but he couldn't deny the immense pleasure he got from harassing and teasing her. The look on her face when she screamed and flailed her arms was one of the most amusing sights Vegeta had ever seen. Right now she was one of the greatest sights he had seen in general. Leaning down into the control panel with her skirt slowly hiking up revealing her thick white thighs. He swallowed hard wondering if he had totally lost it. I've been on this stupid mud ball too long I'm becoming weak. Vegeta grimaced to himself disgusted with his thoughts. Yet he couldn't look away. Her tank top was clinging to her tiny waist and practically bursting apart at her bust. Finally he decided to speak.
"If you're so smart you ridiculous woman then why isn't it fixed already?"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP I CAN'T FIX IT IF YOU'RE BREATHING YOUR DISGUSTING BREATH DOWN MY NECK I SWEAR TO GOD VEGETA I AM GOING TO KILL YOU ONE OF THESE DAYS YOU ARE SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS!" Bulma turned around screaming and jabbing her index finger into his chest as her facial features changed every millisecond. Her cheeks turned red with anger and he could have sworn that she grew fangs.
Vegeta smirked the entire time finally getting the reaction he wanted out of her. This was the mentally incapable woman he was used to. "I would be thoroughly amused by your attempt of my life," Vegeta scoffed, somehow managing to look down on her even though he was inches shorter.
"I AM SURE YOU WOULD BE ASSHOLE. WELL I KNOW HOW TO KILL YOU I'LL JUST STOP COOKING YOUR FOOD AND YOU'LL STARVE TO DEATH BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO COOK. HOW ABOUT THAT?"
By now Bulma was throwing fists at Vegeta, which he blocked easily enjoying the fact that he could snap her neck at any moment, but chose not to so that he would be guaranteed a meal and a fixed training room.
"Okay don't feed me or fix my training room and then when Kakkarot dies because of the androids and I am already dead then no one will spare your pathetic excuse of a life," Vegeta sneered grabbing Bulma's wrists so that she would stop attempting to hit him.
"Oh you are such a JACKASS VEGETA!" Bulma's crystal blue eyes turned into slits as she glared at him and sucked in a deep breath through her teeth.
"Wow, you haven't thought of anything good to come back with, what a surprise," Vegeta stated smirking knowing that he had defeated her in a battle of wits.
He hadn't let go of her wrists yet and continued to just stare at her. Bulma didn't stop glaring at him although she was wondering what he was staring at. Finally he let go of her wrists and found a corner of the Gravity Room to sulk and cross his arms in. Bulma stormed back over to the control panel with her silver toolbox and continued fixing the room. Under her breath she mumbled choice words to herself. Several minutes later Bulma slammed the control panel shut and stormed out of the Gravity Room throwing the heavy metal door behind her. Vegeta stood puzzled as to whether or not it was working yet until Bulma hit the controls from outside and it immediately went to the gravity that Vegeta had set before the room broke down. Vegeta, caught off guard was tossed into an opposing wall.
Bulma who had watched with a smile on her face from the window walked away from the room and towards her house. "Yeah I think I just won." She stated out loud to no one in particular with a sadistic smile on her face. She watched him get up tossing his head back with his nose in the air with pride still glowing as though nothing had happened. Bulma couldn't help but admire him. He seemed emotionally disconnected and completely untouched by anything. Bulma wanted to reach that point but she knew it would never happen because she got set off by the most ridiculous things. She stared slightly still looking through the small window now watching him do chin ups. She sighed deeply admiring his muscles as they flexed in and out with ever pull and push. She shook her head and giggled walking back towards her house.
Inside of the house Bulma had decided to make dinner before Vegeta got a chance to demand it from her. Besides he had knocked down almost 4 different doors from her master suite, and she didn't feel like repairing a new one. Something deep down told her that she wasn't just doing it to shut him up. She actually wanted to do it. She liked him. She liked him a whole lot. And that was something she couldn't deny even if she tried to until she was blue in the face.
She was drying dishes humming a tune to herself strands of her long curls sticking to her forehead from the heat. When she dried the last dish she stood on her tip-toes to reach the highest cupboard, so she could put a glass away. She sighed happily rubbing her hands on her skirt and deciding that a shower sounded like a brilliant idea.
Bulma jogged up the stairs and towards her master suite. It was recently built when Bulma decided she wanted a bedroom far away from her parents and construction had finished only a half of year ago. Behind the frosted glass front doors was a huge room with a turquoise color on the walls and a classic inspired theme for her furniture. A giant canopy adorned the room with long silk fabrics and sheers. One door led into the bathroom, which included a hot tub, sit down shower and vanity and the other door led into the walk in closet that held so many clothes that Bulma didn't even know what to choose from when it came to apparel.
Bulma lifted up her tank top and unbuttoned her skirt letting it fall to the floor. She then unhooked her bra throwing it across the room and stepped out of her thong. She walked into the bathroom turning the shower on and closing the door as she lit a couple of candles in the room before getting in and shutting the door behind her.
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Vegeta trained for hours upon end. It was almost masochistic in that he felt the need to punish himself and constantly press until he was over the edge. He started with almost 400 push-ups, pull-ups and crunches each and then eased into the rough part of the training. The only thing keeping him going was the fact that a low life slave from his race had reached the ultimate, the Super Saiyan. And yet he, the prince of the same race hadn't reached it yet. It seemed like a cruel twist of fate to Vegeta, especially when that purple haired punk showed up and was able to do the same. It tormented him incessantly that first Kakkarot now this kid who claimed to be part Saiyan, which he knew to be physically impossible. He hated them. He hated them. He hated everything. He had never actually known what like was so he assumed that hatred and anger were natural. Maybe even his hatred was his like. Because he liked to hate things. So maybe his hatred was his like. He wasn't sure what he liked anymore. He was pretty sure that he was going mental especially when he had started staring at Bulma.
With every punch and every blast thrown Vegeta gritted his teeth until blood spewed from his gums. For some reason at this very moment instead of focusing on his rage and resentment all he could do was see her and he didn't know why. It irritated him further that she wouldn't leave his thoughts or his vision. If anything it embarrassed him that he got a dumb and ridiculous feeling in his stomach when he was around her. Something that only a pathetic fool would do. He turned the gravity to 200 times earth's expecting that the sudden amount of pressure and agony could tear her from his brain, no such luck. The part that bothered him was that most people were too scared to question him or argue. Bulma wasn't even the slightest bit scared of him, and he couldn't figure out why. Everyone else usually yelped and ran away when he demanded something or yelled. She would just yell back with just as much malice and attitude. He almost admired her for it. He loved when they yelled at each other and how she would throw insults right back at him. Her quick wit and sharp tongue never ceased to amaze him.
This doesn't make any fucking sense. Maybe I'm just not training enough. Damn Woman.
Vegeta continued to train feeling the burn and agony that filled his body. He smiled sickly to himself feeling the need of punishment for his sudden moment of self-indulgent thoughts. He had no time to think such things. If he had no time then why couldn't he stop thinking them? After several hours of training sustenance started to punch him in the stomach and he desired food. He shut off the gravity room and started to walk briskly towards Capsule Corp and out of the training area. Vegeta didn't bother looking in the kitchen because Bulma was never in there instead he opted for going straight to her bedroom suite. He banged on the door fiercely demanding food but there was no response. He rolled his eyes assuming she had fallen asleep or chose to ignore him so he flung the French doors open, one of them crashing to the ground.
"God damn door," He muttered to himself, half expecting a shrill scream from the blue haired beauty, however she did not appear to be in the room at all. Vegeta silently fumed wondering where the hell she was until he heard the shattering of water against the shower.
Vegeta couldn't help but smirk at the thought of her pale figure, soaking wet in the shower. He shook his head silently arguing with himself, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from such an image. Finally he pushed the not quite closed bathroom door open quietly. The bathroom was dimly lit and flower scented candles were lit all over the room. The shower was only semi fogged up and Vegeta could only stare at what he saw. Her porcelain skin was drenched in moisture rolling down its curves. Her long blue hair had turned a shade darker from the water and the ends clung to her back and shoulders as she washed herself. She was turned to her side so he had a perfect profile view of her as she kept her face underneath the water droplets slipping off of her nose, and dripping down her chin. Her breasts were even fuller than he had imagined through the tiny little tank tops that she wore. And her stomach was flat with her hip-bones jolting out. Everything about her was perfect in every way. All he could do was stare in silence.
For once in Vegeta's life he was actually lost for words. He had never gotten these kind of urges or feelings in his chest when he looked at someone before. Sure he had been with several different whores when he was younger but no one even amounted to the perfection he saw. He became pissed off with himself for feeling such desire for a human, but he couldn't deny it as he began to get especially warm and his pants grew tighter. Finally trying to keep his mind off at the situation at hand he decided to do something sure to get a rise out of her.
"Hey Woman I'm hungry make food," he suddenly yelled from only a mere 2 feet away from the shower.
Bulma jumped, nearly fell down, screamed, and covered her chest with her arms all in one swift movement. "VEGETA YOU FUCKING PERVERTED FREAK WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN HERE!" Bulma screamed breaking sound barriers as she swung the shower door open grabbing a towel and clinging it to her body.
Vegeta just stood there smirking as she continued to scream and yell and throw random bottles of shampoo at him which he easily ducked. "I was hungry and you didn't answer me when I knocked on your door," Vegeta coaxed with a snort as she stormed out of the bathroom fuming silently. Vegeta followed close behind deciding not to tell her that the towel was not covering her backside very well.
"YOU MEAN KNOCKED DOWN MY DOOR YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Bulma yelled once again, screeching as she pointed to one of her doors thrown on the floor.
Vegeta chuckled to himself with pleasure at how irritated she was getting and how he was still able to get quite a good view of her body.
"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT, OH VEGETA I HATE YOU! AND TO THINK I ACTUALLY TOOK THE TIME TO MAKE YOU A NICE DINNER!" Bulma screamed as she stormed into her closet slamming the door behind her.
Vegeta was suddenly lost for words once again. She had already cooked him dinner, and he didn't need to demand. She took the time and did it for him. Because she could, not because she had to. A very weird sensation was occurring in Vegeta's chest at the thought of someone doing something nice for him not out of fear. Finally he realized that he was quiet for a while and that she would be suspicious of it. So instead he just grunted and walked out of her room.
When he got to the kitchen he saw all of the food she had prepared for him neatly with a pitcher of soda and everything. Next to it all was a note saying:
Veggie Head,
Here's a truce. I guess I won't let you starve to death after all, taking a shower then going to bed,
-B-U-L-M-A
She had put dashes between the letters in her name to try and teach Vegeta how to say it. He began feeling totally bizarre and overwhelmed by what had occurred. Someone actually liked him. And he was more horrified of what he was thinking in his head than Frieza, all of Frieza's army, hell and anything else combined.
He liked her too.
A/N: I hope everyone liked it. Please review, it would be greatly appreciated so I know whether or now I should continue with the story. Thanks!
--- Waste0paint