Trouble
As you may guess, this takes place in the infamous three years after Mirai Trunks first visit. In the magical time when Vegeta and Bulma go from hating eachother to.... whatever it is they feel for each other. Ja!
Bulma kicked the twisted piece of metal at her feet. It made her foot ache satisfyingly so she did it again for good measure. She kicked until she was sure her toes were going to fall off. All the while muttering-screaming about baka horndog boyfriends, baka evil-tempered Saiya-jin princes, baka this, that, and the other thing. Then she sat down still with her loud ramblings and began to suck up the debris with an odd looking vaccuum no one could begin to describe the workings of. And that is how the Baka Evil-Tempered Saiya-jin Prince found her.
"WOMAN! What the bloody hell are you ranting about?!" he boomed over the huge noise of the vaccuum thing-a-majig.
The woman hit a button on a control attached to her workbelt. She turned around slowly to deliver a pinched look of such utter mutiny that he wanted to cringe. He nearly took a step back before stopping himself. He planted his feet and crossed his arms and glared right back.
"You, you, you, you homewrecker!" She cried at him.
Stumped, but unwilling to show it, his face darkened further and he shouted right back. "What on this poor excuse for a ball of mud are you babbling about now, Woman?"
She took his question to heart and began a great detailed explanation of how his constant destruction of the Gravity chamber and her delegation to fix it all the time had put too much of a strain on her relationship with Yaumcha and he had given her an ultimatum. The GR or him. How was she supposed to answer that? She loved him, but she couldn't leave the work to her dear father, he'd probably overexert himself and have a heart attack. So of course she had to choose fixing the stupid GR for HIM to destroy again.
Sometime in the middle of her breathless monologue, Vegeta had tuned her out so she was just an annoying background buzz. Instead he was partaking of the far more enjoyable pastime of admiring her quite admirable body. Especially the long curvy legs displayed by the tight stretch short shorts, and the cleavage displayed by the even tighter tanktop.
Suddenly there were arms crossing that cleavage and the left leg was going up and down to the beat of the tapping foot. His eyes took a while travelling back up to hers. They were spitting blue fire back at him. A sardonic brow climbed up his forehead as if to ask "What?"
"Have a good look?" she snapped waspishly. "Don't you have anything to respond to what I just said to you?" she demanded.
He took a step closer to her. She stood her ground defiantly. By the time he was directly in front of her she was glaring him in the eye. Uneasiness was outweighed by indignation, but the doubt was slowly gaining strength.
He got right up in her face, eye to eye, nose to nose... lip to lip. She was sure he was going to kiss her, and her eyes lowered. When she felt nothing her eyes popped open to see him standing away from her.
"Woman, get me something to eat"
With a muffled scream, and face flaming with embarrassment she turned on her heel and stomped inside. "Get it yourself!" she yelled before she slammed the door to the kitchen. It opened again and she shouted, "And don't even THINK about asking me to fix the GR!" SLAM!
Inside she sagged against the door and sighed. Kami save her from stubborn, arrogant, evil-tempered, sexy as hell Saiya-jin princes. Then she started making his lunch.
As you may guess, this takes place in the infamous three years after Mirai Trunks first visit. In the magical time when Vegeta and Bulma go from hating eachother to.... whatever it is they feel for each other. Ja!
Bulma kicked the twisted piece of metal at her feet. It made her foot ache satisfyingly so she did it again for good measure. She kicked until she was sure her toes were going to fall off. All the while muttering-screaming about baka horndog boyfriends, baka evil-tempered Saiya-jin princes, baka this, that, and the other thing. Then she sat down still with her loud ramblings and began to suck up the debris with an odd looking vaccuum no one could begin to describe the workings of. And that is how the Baka Evil-Tempered Saiya-jin Prince found her.
"WOMAN! What the bloody hell are you ranting about?!" he boomed over the huge noise of the vaccuum thing-a-majig.
The woman hit a button on a control attached to her workbelt. She turned around slowly to deliver a pinched look of such utter mutiny that he wanted to cringe. He nearly took a step back before stopping himself. He planted his feet and crossed his arms and glared right back.
"You, you, you, you homewrecker!" She cried at him.
Stumped, but unwilling to show it, his face darkened further and he shouted right back. "What on this poor excuse for a ball of mud are you babbling about now, Woman?"
She took his question to heart and began a great detailed explanation of how his constant destruction of the Gravity chamber and her delegation to fix it all the time had put too much of a strain on her relationship with Yaumcha and he had given her an ultimatum. The GR or him. How was she supposed to answer that? She loved him, but she couldn't leave the work to her dear father, he'd probably overexert himself and have a heart attack. So of course she had to choose fixing the stupid GR for HIM to destroy again.
Sometime in the middle of her breathless monologue, Vegeta had tuned her out so she was just an annoying background buzz. Instead he was partaking of the far more enjoyable pastime of admiring her quite admirable body. Especially the long curvy legs displayed by the tight stretch short shorts, and the cleavage displayed by the even tighter tanktop.
Suddenly there were arms crossing that cleavage and the left leg was going up and down to the beat of the tapping foot. His eyes took a while travelling back up to hers. They were spitting blue fire back at him. A sardonic brow climbed up his forehead as if to ask "What?"
"Have a good look?" she snapped waspishly. "Don't you have anything to respond to what I just said to you?" she demanded.
He took a step closer to her. She stood her ground defiantly. By the time he was directly in front of her she was glaring him in the eye. Uneasiness was outweighed by indignation, but the doubt was slowly gaining strength.
He got right up in her face, eye to eye, nose to nose... lip to lip. She was sure he was going to kiss her, and her eyes lowered. When she felt nothing her eyes popped open to see him standing away from her.
"Woman, get me something to eat"
With a muffled scream, and face flaming with embarrassment she turned on her heel and stomped inside. "Get it yourself!" she yelled before she slammed the door to the kitchen. It opened again and she shouted, "And don't even THINK about asking me to fix the GR!" SLAM!
Inside she sagged against the door and sighed. Kami save her from stubborn, arrogant, evil-tempered, sexy as hell Saiya-jin princes. Then she started making his lunch.
