"Come on, Vegeta. Cheer up that face, for God's sake. I am not exactly taking you to the slaughterhouse…".
He twisted his nose even further, turning his eyes to the window of the plane and the night that fell to the other side so as not to see his wife, with whom he was still angry.
"Nor have you told me yet where we are going", he grumbled, sourly.
Bulma cocked her head just a few inches, without neglecting the driving nor the path they headed. She sighed.
"Don't you think it should be me who would be upset with the fact that you had the weird ideas that you did these days ago?", she scolded him sweetly.
In the bottom of her heart, she was almost amused to notice that, during the past days, Vegeta was actually worried about if his marriage was sinking or not...
But, on the other hand...
Meanwhile, Vegeta inadvertedtly shrank into the seat, accusing the blow.
"And what should I have thought?" he asked in an embarrased low voice, hurting inside and barely looking at Bulma. "You have been hiding for two weeks to talk on the phone. Talking about dates, to meet someone. That it was going to be such an experience and I do not know what else. And...". The saiyan turned silent, aware that he probably was not playing in his own favor with that complaint. "Never mind", he concluded, looking away.
Bulma did not answer as she curiously watched his dark nape; aware that from, a certain point of view, the situation could have seemed what was not; but safe inside that the surprise she had prepared, would be enough to compensate Vegeta for that awful week...
"Easy, honey. You will find out very soon", she confided to him, smiling mysteriously and making him face her again with a raised eyebrow, filled with suspicion.
For all answer, she pointed to the front as she moved a lever next to the seat and pressed a small button. Vegeta forced himself then to follow the direction indicated with the eyes. And he could not help but to be somehow surprised when he saw that, while he was grumbling lowly, they had reached a new inhabited island. In a nearby building, taller and larger than those surrounding it, rising next to the exterior neighborhoods of the Capital City, a gate was opened, allowing the plane to enter a small hangar; enough to be discreet and, at the same time, to allow Bulma to land effortlesly. They both then descended from the plane, before she pressed the button that converted the ship into a capsule.
"See? Easy", she said. "We're here."
A hangar, thought Vegeta, puzzled, while looking around. Bulma is getting stranger ideas by every day that passes by…
The place where they had landed, once closed, had the shape of a dome and was very similar to any inner dependency of Capsule Corp. Light coloured plates, some cupboards and shelves glued to the walls... And little more.
Where has she brought me?
"Vegeta, aren't you coming?"
The saiyajin turned like a spring when he heard Bulma's voice. She had moved ahead about ten meters to his left and put her hand on a small keyboard. Her husband, after trying unsuccessfully to guess what she was up to, sighed, folded his arms with a crooked nose and advanced towards her direction.
"Yeah, sure".
Bulma watched him approach without being able to entirely hide her amusement.
Not much time left to arrive to the surprise..., she thought.
"Oh, wait," the woman seemed to remember something at the last minute, before even pressing the first key button, while clasping her hands behind her back in a suspiciously innocent attitude. "Close your eyes," she asked him then.
As supposed, he tensed and looked at her suspiciously, all in one movement.
"Okay, Bulma. Seriously, what's going on here?", he demanded, rotating his eyes to look around again.
However, she changed her countenance to a more serious one, put her arms in jugs and exclaimed:
"Oh, come on, Vegeta! Are you going to tell me you want to spoil the surprise... at the last minute?"
Just in time, the woman bit her tongue so as not to reveal the true motive of all that, the main one. Of course, she assumed that since her husband was a disaster for certain things related to their marriage, he wouldn't remember a date like that for himself. But she didn't plan to let it all go to waste when just the door between them and the best surprise of his life stood in the way.
Vegeta, on the other hand, stared at her for several seconds as if she was a complete stranger. Just before giving in and snorting in front of her reproach-laden blue gaze, closing his eyelids at the same time.
"Ok, that's it. Are you happy now?", he barked with bitterness.
Bulma, who barely contained a shout of joy when he heeded it, laughed simply under her breath while typing a basic combination of six numbers on the wall.
"You tell me if I shouldn't be," she whispered, mysterious, holding his hand and making him reluctantly follow her into a room that seemed to be darker than the hangar. Bulma then closed behind her, flipped a switch next to the door and stood behind her husband.
"You can now open your eyes," she said. And to his obvious but not unexpected surprise at the sight of what was before him, Bulma smiled, put her hands on his shoulders and whispered in his ear. "Happy anniversary."