In my gratitude to recent (and completely unexpected) reviews, I have decided to call an end to my two and a half year hiatus. Enjoy.
Bulma sat outside on a lawn chair next to her pool in a yellow polka dot bikini. She was taking the day off because she was rich, a genius, and because she felt like it. Vegeta's Gravity Room was broken, but her dad was fixing it because she didn't feel like fixing it. Vegeta was hungry, but her mom was making him something to eat because she didn't feel like making him anything. Yes, today was going great. No baby-sitting the prince of assholes, just sitting in the sun, drinking lemonade…
Oh look! And there's Vegeta, back from his snack, training on the lawn across the pool from her. That was a nice bonus. As much as it made her conscience ache to admit it, Vegeta was hot, muscley, and all he wore was spandex. I don't think that requires much more explanation.
But she had already reasoned with herself that it was ok to ogle Vegeta, because she was just physically attracted to him, and therefore nothing could ever happen between them. Bulma had a personal rule that forbade her from ever dating a man if she wasn't at least a little bit compatible with his personality. And Vegeta, well, there was no one in the whole universe who had a personality compatible with his.
So logically, Bulma was safe to ogle him all she wanted.
But the more Bulma ogled Vegeta, the more she noticed how unhappy he looked. Don't get me wrong, Vegeta always looks unhappy. His default expression is scowl. His other expressions include glare, smirk, frown, irritated eye twitch, angry eye/vein twitch, MWAH HA HA HA type laughter, and pretty much any other negative/evil expression that can be plastered across a person's face.
But despite that, sometimes Vegeta looked genuinely … sad. Some nights he would just stare up into the sky in a way that made Bulma have to fight the urge to hug him. And she wasn't really surprised. Goku had told her Vegeta's whole tragic story, and really, its no small wonder that the guy isalways so cynical and frowny.
Bulma stared a Vegeta, who was still training and didn't even seem to notice she was there. There had to be a way to cheer him up. Then maybe he would quite being such a royal pain in the ass. Then it came to her. All she had to do…was give him … a hug!
Bulma smiled to herself. That would be perfect! A hug cheers up anyone! It never fails. All Bulma had to do was give Veggie the biggest warmest hug ever! Then he would be nicer to her (well maybe a little tiny bit) and she could feel good about herself because she had helped someone out of a lifetime funk.
To Bulma, it was a simple as that. A hug and all the problems of Vegeta's lifetime would go away. He would be magically cured and could live a normal productive life and … ok. Not really. No one would think that. Ok maybe Goku would think that. But not Bulma the genius. She wasn't stupid. That's why she was a genius. No hug could fix the Prince of Mental Deformities, but that's what she provided herself as an excuse so she could hug Vegeta without feeling dirty.
The truth was, she just wanted to hug him. It would make her feel better about breaking up with Yamcha, so therefore it was a worthy cause. And if by some chance it made him feel a teeny tiny bit better about whatever he was so depressed about, then that was great, but she wasn't counting on it.
Most importantly, this would be a great challenge. A landmark in history. Because to that day, no one had ever, ever, EVER hugged Vegeta before.
Update to "Story not Worthy of a Title" in the works. Review.