[May 09] [Dragonball Z] Blue Fire
Title: Blue Fire
Day/Theme: May 9 - She was my first, she was my last, she was my friend until the end
Series: Dragonball Z
Character/Pairing: Bulma x Vegeta
Rating: PG
He hadn’t really loved anyone in all his existence. Not to his father, not to his people and especially not to the human earthlings he co-existed with. But for a moment, he couldn’t help but feel at least something for the young woman whose mouth seemed just as dangerous as his fists.
At first, she merely annoyed the living hell out of him. Crying like a spoiled little brat and constantly demanding why she hadn’t been given any respect. He simply ignored her, mainly because his temper would take her out in an instant. But as time grew on and she matured a little more he noticed the way her body curved and how her lips formed words. Soon he couldn’t help but watch as her hips swayed back and forth when she left a room.
As more time passed, he began to accept her, barely and grew to listen to her nonsense though he had no idea why. Without ever realizing it, they fell closer together in some weird twist of fate until the day she made note that she carried his child. That caused him a bit of fear. A child? Was he even ready for something like that when he had to worry about becoming the greatest Sayian ever known to live?
But the child turned to become glued to his leg and he couldn’t help finding fondness, maybe even love for him.
Could he honestly say he loved Bulma? Yes, in a strange way. He wasn’t a devoted loving husband type, but still, he was attached the fiery blue haired vixen. Even now as she gave him a good lashing about not allowing their daughter to date the young boy at her school, he found the way her eyes sparkled from anger fascinating.
“I don’t care if your all puffy about it Vegeta, she needs to get out of the house and hang out with kids her own age. Even boys for crying out loud.”
Snorting, Vegeta rouse his chin up, showing her he planned to battle this it out to the end. “Teh, over my dead body.”
Day/Theme: May 9 - She was my first, she was my last, she was my friend until the end
Series: Dragonball Z
Character/Pairing: Bulma x Vegeta
Rating: PG
He hadn’t really loved anyone in all his existence. Not to his father, not to his people and especially not to the human earthlings he co-existed with. But for a moment, he couldn’t help but feel at least something for the young woman whose mouth seemed just as dangerous as his fists.
At first, she merely annoyed the living hell out of him. Crying like a spoiled little brat and constantly demanding why she hadn’t been given any respect. He simply ignored her, mainly because his temper would take her out in an instant. But as time grew on and she matured a little more he noticed the way her body curved and how her lips formed words. Soon he couldn’t help but watch as her hips swayed back and forth when she left a room.
As more time passed, he began to accept her, barely and grew to listen to her nonsense though he had no idea why. Without ever realizing it, they fell closer together in some weird twist of fate until the day she made note that she carried his child. That caused him a bit of fear. A child? Was he even ready for something like that when he had to worry about becoming the greatest Sayian ever known to live?
But the child turned to become glued to his leg and he couldn’t help finding fondness, maybe even love for him.
Could he honestly say he loved Bulma? Yes, in a strange way. He wasn’t a devoted loving husband type, but still, he was attached the fiery blue haired vixen. Even now as she gave him a good lashing about not allowing their daughter to date the young boy at her school, he found the way her eyes sparkled from anger fascinating.
“I don’t care if your all puffy about it Vegeta, she needs to get out of the house and hang out with kids her own age. Even boys for crying out loud.”
Snorting, Vegeta rouse his chin up, showing her he planned to battle this it out to the end. “Teh, over my dead body.”