January 14, 2014

I do not own Dragonball or Inuyasha

Chapter One

Bulma Briefs smiled at her latest project, a sweet new sportsy aircar she was designing for Capsule Corp. Of course, the outward appearance was the work of other designers, but Bulma was designing all sorts of cool functions for the mechanics of the car. She was having so much fun with it, too! It was great to take an easy project for once and just relax. Unfortunately her day of relaxation was to be interrupted. She heard the ruckus down the hall long before he arrived, storming into the lab angrily with a melted training bot in his large muscular hand.

"Woman, fix this! I need to get back to training!" The Saiyan Prince, Vegeta, ordered, his voice deep and gruff and his attitude of holier-than-thou. Bulma huffed in annoyance as she rolled out from under the car she was working on. She wore her favorite working clothes, which she called her 'messy project' outfit. It consisted of blue overall shorts that showed off her legs and a tight white tank top underneath and old white tennis shoes. Her messy project outfit was covered entirely in grase stains, oil spills, paint, and various other colorful things from all her messy projects, and the stains list continued to grow... yet she still managed to pull it off and look cute in it. Now her face had oil smears on it, along with her arms and legs and even her turquoise hair which she'd pulled into a pony tail. In her hand was a greasy wrench, several more wrenches and various tucked into her overalls.

"Can't it wait? Just go grab a new one. I'm busy." Bulma huffed, not getting off the board she was lying on. She'd learned long ago to have several training bots made at a time and ready to go whenever Vegeta broke one. When Vegeta only glared at her she glared back and rolled right back under the aircar again. Seconds later she was pulled out by her ankle by an annoyed prince.

"There are no more, woman. Don't you think I checked that before?" he growled down at her. "Fix it." Bulma sent a deadly glare his way, one that would have frightened him if he were anyone else.

"Fine! Just get out of my lab." she growled out angrily. Vegeta smirked in victory and turned to leave when Bulma stopped him. "Wait! My cousin is coming here to live with us. Father gave her a job as an in-house medic since she's pretty good with that type of stuff and you scared off the last one. If you see a strange woman on the grounds don't attack her or you won't get anything to eat for a week!" she threatened the arrogant prince who pretended to ignore her and walked away.

Vegeta walked down the halls of capsule corp., heading to the kitchen for a snack. He walked into the kitchen, only to stop as he spotted a young woman sitting at the table. She was beautiful, even Vegeta had to admit to this. She wore a light blue blouse and khaki pants with brown shoes, a white lab coat over her shoulders making her seem professional. She was lean yet very curvaceous and had legs that went on forever. Her raven hair cascaded down her back in beautiful waves, framing her beautiful heart shaped face. Bright blue eyes stared up at him from beneath long thick eyelashes and full pink lips turned into a soft smile as she looked up at him. Vegeta didn't often admit it when he saw a beautiful woman, but this woman was very, very beautiful. To anyone else she seemed a little above average, but to Vegeta she was more beautiful than any Saiyan woman he'd ever met. He couldn't take his eyes away from her and, for the first time in a long time, he found himself tongue tied. And then she spoke, her voice sounding like sweet music, and the proud prince almost shivered.

"Hello. You must be Vegeta. Bulma has told me all about you." the young woman smiled softly. "I'm Bulma's cousin, Kagome Higurashi. Nice to meet you."

-END CHAPTER-

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