Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Baby Photos ❯ Baby Photos ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Baby Photos

Author: Sexy Ookami

Rate: PG-13/T

Pair: Vegeta/Bulma

Type: Shojo/Humor/One-Shot

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ. It’s property of Akira Toriyama

SOR: Hey! How’s it goin’? lol My first V/B fic in years. I haven’t written one since middle school, and believe me! That was YEARS ago! JAJA!! It’s a small fic and my first DBZ that doesn’t have a lemon!! OMG!! Now! On with the fic!!

It was a sunny summer day in West City. The house vibrated with the small buzz of technological artifacts. He enters to the house through the kitchen’s door and stretched his strong, tanned arms above his head. The man grabbed a glass, opened the fridge’s door and poured some ice-cold water in it. His dark, ebony eyes gazed out of the window to the blue sky.

I wonder how Kakarot is training. Thought the man and drank his water. They were training for the oncoming androids that the mysterious, Super Saiyan teen told them about. Vegeta snorted at the thought of the kid, he was a Super Saiyan, but how was the question. The only Saiyans left were himself, Kakarot and his brat, Gohan. He put the glass in the sink and opened the fridge again.

He was hungry, been training since six o’ clock in the morning and it was already early noon. So, his body was demanding food. He found the pizza’s left over and begin eating it cold. He liked it better cold than hot. He was munching it happily, when Mrs. Brief enter the kitchen with something in her hands. He looked at the blonde and nodded in greeting. She was annoying, but she gave him food and cookies, so he decides to not blow her up and be a little nice to her.

“Oh! Vegeta-kun! It’s a beautiful day, isn’t?” The bubbly woman asked him in a cheerful manner. Vegeta just grunted in reply. It was true; it was an excellent day for training. Not too hot, but not chilling. She sat beside him; he already finished eating the entire pizza box. She put the thing on the table, it was a photo album.

“I went to the photo shop today to restore these photos! Wanna see them?” Before Vegeta could reply that he didn’t wanted nor cared for some stupid photos, Mrs. Briefs opened the album. There was a baby girl, with blue hair, naked in a big bed. Vegeta looked at her, she was so cute.

“It’s Bulma’s baby pictures!” Exclaimed Mrs. Brief in her usual cheerful tone. The next half an hour, they spend it watching the photos and Vegeta listening to embarrassing stories that he memorize for later. Blackmail…Fufufufu!

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The blunette heiress was walking toward her house, mumbling curses. That bastard!! Fucking idiot!! That was the WORST date I ever had! He doesn’t NEED to leer other woman having ME at his side! UGH! As she said, she had the worst date in the history of dates! First, her hair had rebelled against her and she had to wear it braided to tame it, Next, she was late to her date, THEN, Yamcha decide to be ‘too friendly’ with their waitress. Because of that they had a fight, making her walk home.

Bulma gave a sigh and walked inside the kitchen. Nothing can be worse than this date. She thought…WRONG!! She heard Vegeta’s deep, husky chuckle and saw what was in his hand. A baby picture of her crying when she was sitting on Santa’s lap. She had been terrified of the big man dressed in red. Bulma was paralyzed in horror.

Vegeta was looking at her baby pics.

“Oh! Bulma! Honey! How was your date?” Asked her air head mom. Vegeta was LOOKING at her baby pics! Said man turned toward her, he gave Bulma a sexy smirk and waved the photo, taunting her.

“You were so cute, Onna. You had soft-looking butt cheeks.” And laughed in that deep voice of his. VEGETA WAS LOOKING AT HER BABY PICS!!

“Why the fuck are you looking at my baby pics?!” She screamed, her mother giggle. “I’m showing them to him! I just got them fix! Now, who wants some lemonade?” She stood up and went to the counter, oblivious to the death atmosphere that surrounded her daughter.

“Give me that picture, Vegeta.” Bulma said in a low voice, the Saiyan Ouji and glanced at the picture in his gloved hand.

“Mmm, why? I like it, maybe I even keep it.” She growled at him and his smirk grew. She looked so hot when she was embarrassed. Vegeta made an act of place it inside his short’s pocket and Bulma pounced him. He jumped out of the way and ran out of the house.

“VEGETA-TEME!! Come back here!!” Bulma raced after him, chasing after the Saiyan all over the yard. Mrs. Brief looked out of the window.

“Oh, my!” At the, Dr. Brief arrived at the kitchen and followed his wife’s gaze. Vegeta was taunting with the photo, his face smug. She was shouting at him, trying to grab it, but he danced away from her, laughing.

“Ahh, young love. Don’t you think, my dear?” He asked his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist. The blonde giggle and nodded, watching the two young couple interacts. Vegeta smirked and let the woman tackle him to the ground.

“Gimme!!” She was on top of him, rubbing her body against his, trying to grab the embarrassing evidence.

“Okay.” He rolled them, so he could be on top and pressed his lips against hers. Bulma stopped her trashing when she realizes that one of the most powerful men she knows was kissing her. Bulma closed her eyes and returned it, placing her arms around his strong neck, he turned his head to deepen the kiss. She parted her soft lips, and he brushed his tongue all over her mouth, getting the petite ningen hot. He broke the kiss, licked his lips and stood up.

“You can have it.” He then walked all smug toward the G-Room, leaving a dazed, blunette woman on the grass. I think Vegeta seeing the pics wasn’t so bad after all.

End!!! Or is it?

SOR: I hope it was good! I love this little drabble! Wiiii!