Disclaimer (for the entire story! ): I don't own DBZ or the songs that will
appear in this story !
Warning: this story contains scenes involving bad language, sex and violence. It may also be considered a dark story. Do not read if you are not mature enough ( and I'm not talking about age, folks !), do not read !
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PART ONE : FIGHTER
When I was eight, my mother somehow convinced my to play a part in one of our school's plays. I was a rabbit, and had only two lines; enough for me to screw it big time. That day my play was performed, mother lost all hope for me pursuing an acting career. I guess she decided to let me be and join my father in his lab researches.
I found this extremely amusing now, when I can win easily an Oscar any given day. And all that thanks to.yes, you guessed it correctly.. Vegeta. The façade I've been wearing for a long time now cracks sometimes during the night, but fortunately, due to my chamber's position, there's nobody to hear my cries of despair.
It all started because of my hormones. Damn, those things have a will of their own, and slowly but surely take control over you. Which, is not such a bad thing .if you have a man. I didn't. I just had Yamcha. Although his shyness had disappeared a long time ago, its shadows still lurked over us. Hence, we were still a pair of virgins.after 10 years of dating. And I started to loose my patience. Kissing was ok. . if you were a teenager that is. So, I started pushing Yamcha, trying to wake up the wild, instinctual part in him, the one that screamed "Go and breed ! Go and breed ! Go and breed !". The one that was so deep buried within him, that I was unable to find . So, we decided to break up.the looser. He said, and I quote " Bulma, I love you and I always will. But I can't have sex yet, I'm sorry ! I'll always be there for you, you know that babe !" What a cheese line, I thought at the moment, but I've found out that he meant it. So, Yamcha being out of the picture, I started dating all kind of guys: small, tall, fat, slim, smart or plain stupid.poor and rich. That only contributed to lowering my self-esteem. I had a different date every night, and after a fortnight I declared myself a looser in the game of sex. I even started considering seriously asking advice from my mother. My guess was nobody could be so happy without a great sex life. You see, I started to be convinced that I was frigid. No guy I had dated had managed to make me feel butterflies in the stomach or a heat somehow familiar from my erotic dreams.
I was really considering forgetting sex for the rest of my life and returning to my cosy relation with Yamcha. Still, I was too stubborn to admit defeat.
To make things worse, I lived under the same roof with a sex god. Vegeta. When I asked him to stay (and the main reason was that I was scared shitless of dying. I am a big coward and I am not afraid to admit it ), I never guessed the trouble he was going to cause. He had already lived with us for a year.and he rarely bothered my parents or me. He just stayed in his room, eat whenever he pleased (normally at night ) and disappeared for weeks. Things changed big time after that strange kid's appearance. Vegeta became obsessed with training. Guess he could "tolerate" one Super Saiyan, but two managed to scramble his already deteriorated psychic big time. Had I known this, I would have never asked him to stay. I was quite scared of him before, but now I was terrified whenever we met in the house. His scowl was deeper every time and those eyes.well, let's just say that the dreams I had on Namek returned full force. They were even scarier now, because I kinda knew him more. Well, as anyone can know him. Sometimes, we even talked. In fact, he barked orders and I obeyed. What ? You would too, if you were ordered around by a cold-blooded intergalactic murderer. He knew that there were domestic robots to serve him, but he seemed to take a special pleasure in humiliating me. The situation was quite new to me, for I was used to be the one bossing around. All that changed with the accident in the gravity room, when I suddenly understood that Vegeta was also made of flesh and blood. And I started to answer back, to yell and to stand up for myself. He seemed surprised, but he didn't do anything to stop me. I, on the other hand, tried to keep in mind the fact that the prince could easily, remorselessly kill me, so I kept my lines less acid than usual. And I refused to take part in his domestic needs.my job was reduced to repairing the GR and the training boots he blasted into "the next dimension" on daily basis. But the shock of my life was still to come.
Warning: this story contains scenes involving bad language, sex and violence. It may also be considered a dark story. Do not read if you are not mature enough ( and I'm not talking about age, folks !), do not read !
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PART ONE : FIGHTER
When I was eight, my mother somehow convinced my to play a part in one of our school's plays. I was a rabbit, and had only two lines; enough for me to screw it big time. That day my play was performed, mother lost all hope for me pursuing an acting career. I guess she decided to let me be and join my father in his lab researches.
I found this extremely amusing now, when I can win easily an Oscar any given day. And all that thanks to.yes, you guessed it correctly.. Vegeta. The façade I've been wearing for a long time now cracks sometimes during the night, but fortunately, due to my chamber's position, there's nobody to hear my cries of despair.
It all started because of my hormones. Damn, those things have a will of their own, and slowly but surely take control over you. Which, is not such a bad thing .if you have a man. I didn't. I just had Yamcha. Although his shyness had disappeared a long time ago, its shadows still lurked over us. Hence, we were still a pair of virgins.after 10 years of dating. And I started to loose my patience. Kissing was ok. . if you were a teenager that is. So, I started pushing Yamcha, trying to wake up the wild, instinctual part in him, the one that screamed "Go and breed ! Go and breed ! Go and breed !". The one that was so deep buried within him, that I was unable to find . So, we decided to break up.the looser. He said, and I quote " Bulma, I love you and I always will. But I can't have sex yet, I'm sorry ! I'll always be there for you, you know that babe !" What a cheese line, I thought at the moment, but I've found out that he meant it. So, Yamcha being out of the picture, I started dating all kind of guys: small, tall, fat, slim, smart or plain stupid.poor and rich. That only contributed to lowering my self-esteem. I had a different date every night, and after a fortnight I declared myself a looser in the game of sex. I even started considering seriously asking advice from my mother. My guess was nobody could be so happy without a great sex life. You see, I started to be convinced that I was frigid. No guy I had dated had managed to make me feel butterflies in the stomach or a heat somehow familiar from my erotic dreams.
I was really considering forgetting sex for the rest of my life and returning to my cosy relation with Yamcha. Still, I was too stubborn to admit defeat.
To make things worse, I lived under the same roof with a sex god. Vegeta. When I asked him to stay (and the main reason was that I was scared shitless of dying. I am a big coward and I am not afraid to admit it ), I never guessed the trouble he was going to cause. He had already lived with us for a year.and he rarely bothered my parents or me. He just stayed in his room, eat whenever he pleased (normally at night ) and disappeared for weeks. Things changed big time after that strange kid's appearance. Vegeta became obsessed with training. Guess he could "tolerate" one Super Saiyan, but two managed to scramble his already deteriorated psychic big time. Had I known this, I would have never asked him to stay. I was quite scared of him before, but now I was terrified whenever we met in the house. His scowl was deeper every time and those eyes.well, let's just say that the dreams I had on Namek returned full force. They were even scarier now, because I kinda knew him more. Well, as anyone can know him. Sometimes, we even talked. In fact, he barked orders and I obeyed. What ? You would too, if you were ordered around by a cold-blooded intergalactic murderer. He knew that there were domestic robots to serve him, but he seemed to take a special pleasure in humiliating me. The situation was quite new to me, for I was used to be the one bossing around. All that changed with the accident in the gravity room, when I suddenly understood that Vegeta was also made of flesh and blood. And I started to answer back, to yell and to stand up for myself. He seemed surprised, but he didn't do anything to stop me. I, on the other hand, tried to keep in mind the fact that the prince could easily, remorselessly kill me, so I kept my lines less acid than usual. And I refused to take part in his domestic needs.my job was reduced to repairing the GR and the training boots he blasted into "the next dimension" on daily basis. But the shock of my life was still to come.