Vegeta stood in the shower. He stared into the shower head and gritted his teeth. Trying to ignore the pain in his entire body.
"Curse you Kakarotto..." He spat out as he took a deep breath. Not that it was Goku's fault he was aching; it was his own fault for pushing himself past his limit every single day for months. His muscles were crying out for a break. Too bad for them.
Vegeta stepped out of the shower and securely tied a towel around his waist. He looked at his pink shirt and yellow pants. He grunted disapprovingly. Was that horrible earth woman NEVER going to give him his clothes back?
Vegeta picked up his blue shorts, "at least these are blue." Vegeta said to himself.
"JUST SHUT UP!"
Vegeta jumped a little back, was the earth woman shouting at him? Vegeta straightened up to shout obscenities back at her, but apparently someone else was feeling the brunt of her rage.
"I'M TELLING YOU! I DIDN'T TOUCH HER!"
"I'M TIRED OF YOUR WOMANIZING!"
"I WASN'T WOMANIZING! SHE CAME ON TO ME!"
"GREAT! THEN THAT MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER!"
"I'M NOT GONNA APOLOGIZE! I DID NOTHING WRONG!"
"NOT NOW MAYBE, BUT YOU AREN'T EXACTLY SAYING NO EITHER! IM TIRED OF BEING TERRITORIAL!"
"THEN DON'T"
"AAARGH!" Vegeta could hear Bulma trample down the hallway.
"I'M GOING TO SLEEP AT MUTEN ROSHI-SAMA'S HOUSE!" Yamcha's voice echoed around the house. Vegeta wondered if this wouldn't disturb Bulma's parents, but then he
remembered they weren't at home; out for some kind of business meeting.
The door slammed and nothing was heard for a while. Vegeta put on his yellow pants and grasped his shirt in his masculine hand. Now she was probably crying in her room... Vegeta decided not to bother her. He headed for the living room. This wasn't his business.
He stopped in his tracks. Dinner... Who was making dinner? He gulped, he was getting hungry, and even though Sayians could go a long time without food, he'd gotten used to eating regularly.
If Bulma was gonna cry in her room for hours, he wouldn't get any food. Vegeta sighed and turned around walking down the hallway towards Bulma's room, he walked past a corner and something bumped into him. Bulma.
Bulma fell backwards at the impact with Vegeta's chest. She yelped something and dropped the magazine she had in her hands.
Vegeta crossed his arms. His shirt dangling from his palm. Bulma looked up, their eyes met.
"When's dinner?" Vegeta enquired... Rudely.
"Huh? Oh YEAH!" Bulma said and picked up her magazine. Vegeta scanned her face, she didn't look like she'd been crying.
"You hungry? I guess I can make us something now..."
"That was not the plan?" Vegeta asked a little annoyed, he hated when her plans went against his will.
"Actually... I was going to watch a show that starts in five minutes..." She waved the magazine at his face, Vegeta caught a glimpse of some TV notification. "It's only twenty minutes, can you wait that long?"
Vegeta grunted, it wasn't like he had a choice. He lived here on her whim under HER rules. He didn't have any Earth money and he got to stay here as long as he didn't touch her… And that alone was a challenge.
Bulma climbed to her feet and casually walked past him. Vegeta turned and watched her wiggle past.
He pulled the pink badman shirt over his shoulders and buttoned it casually as he followed her into the living room. He decided to show her that he was hungry and was only enduring her silly show because she owned the house.
The show started and Bulma didn't seem to be bothered by Vegeta standing over her at all. She scooted over in the couch and patted the cushion next to her without taking her eyes off the screen. Vegeta snorted at the sight, but after five minutes of standing, he gave up and took a seat.
He glanced at the TV screen, nothing interesting there, he could be out training… But to miss this chance to be alone with Bulma without her parents or annoying boyfriend was put of the question. No one accusing him of being evil (Yamcha) no one calling him Vegeta-chan (Bulma's mom) and no one asking him annoying questions about sayian technology. (Bulma's dad)
Sitting there in silence, it started to bother Vegeta that Bulma didn't seem upset at all over Yamcha's leaving.
"Aren't you upset?" He asked, his voice cold, not that he wanted her to cry or anything.
"Over Yamcha? No. We've been on and off for years... I don't really care anymore."
The nonchalant way she handled the situation earned her a few points with Vegeta. He looked at her for a while, the way she was tucking in her legs, the way she carelessly twirled her hair between her fingers. He looked away, this woman was TOO annoying.
Vegeta got lost in his own thoughts and didn't notice when the show was over. Bulma stood up, he barely noticed that either. He was slightly startled when he felt her hands on his shoulders, they pushed him back into the couch and he felt her massage him slowly. He almost stood up to tell her to leave him alone but he couldn't, he felt limp, completely on her power.
"Wow... isn't someone tense!" Bulma said and ran her thumbs up the back of his neck. Vegeta could have sworn he got goose bumps... but Sayians didn't... especially Sayian princes! Vegeta was completely quiet, enjoying her hands on his shoulders. Then she stopped. Vegeta turned around and glared at her. Who gave her permission to stop?
"So what are you hungry for Vegeta-kun?" She asked smiling and walked into the kitchen. Vegeta growled. How dare she start something and not see it though?
"Tell me! Or I won't make anything!"
"Food" Vegeta stated. He wasn't hungry for anything in particular.
"Food?" She arched a slender eyebrow "Alright then!"
It only took Bulma half an hour to cook up something well above edible to Vegeta's taste. They sat at the dinner table alone and Bulma watched Vegeta devour the food she had made for him. He must have been quite hungry. Or did he always eat like that? She couldn't remember. She herself didn't think that her cooking was great, but she really outdid herself with this one. It was really good. She just wished she could have heard that from someone else.
"It's good."
Bulma was snapped out of her thoughts at the comment; she stared at Vegeta that ate just like before, but now a faint blush in his cheeks.
"Thank you" She said and grinned at him. He frowned back before he continued eating.
She finished her plate when he finished his 10th serving. "you Sayians sure have big appetites" Bulma stated and Vegeta paused his shoveling. Food barely balancing on his fork.
Yes." He said and looked around, wondering who she might be talking to.
"Never mind." She stood up and took her plate into the kitchen where she started rinsing it off. Vegeta shortly followed her, holding his plate and utensils along with the container for the food she cooked. It was completely empty.
Vegeta placed it at the side of the sink, meaning she should clean them up. Bulma didn't argue, she started cleaning Vegeta's plate, it was pretty clean before though.
"The moon..."
Bulma was shocked to hear Vegeta talk to her, he usually went to his room or the gravity chamber after dinner. Bulma looked at his handsome features glare at the sky.
Bulma looked out the window; there were stars in the sky, but no moon, not after piccolo blew it up.
"The moon is gone." She stated and Vegeta walked into the living room.
"It's the moon..." He said and paused in the doorway. "It affects our appetites... It would have been full tonight..." Bulma was left alone in the kitchen staring after Vegeta.
She could hear Vegeta sit down on the couch, she hurriedly finished the dishes and grabbed something to drink from the fridge, along with snacks. She walked into the living room. Vegeta's back was turned to her, sitting in the sofa.
"Here you go!" Bulma said and pressed the cold can against Vegeta's face. He jerked back and tore the can out of her hand without a thank you. She leant over him and frowned.
"What do we say?"
"You're in my line of sight woman."
"No! Thank you!"
"I never asked for this!" Vegeta argued.
"When someone's nice, they get a thank you." Bulma said and slammed the bowl of snacks into his lap.
"OI! Woman! Earth woman! Where are you going?" Vegeta yelled after her, the snacks in his lap.
"To get dip!"
"Dip?"
"YES"
Vegeta stared at the snacks and the cold beverage in his hand, he frowned.
first chap done yay plzcomment