Setting: before B/V get together in those 3 years.
A walk
Bulma sat on her bed, her back against the door, flipping through a magazine.
She heard footsteps echoing in the hallway.
They stopped at her door.
Vegeta cleared his throat.
"What, oh-mighty saiyan prince?" She asked, already annoyed even at the faintest sound of his deep voice.
"Bulma, can I borrow some nail polish?"
The heiress to Capsule Corp. fell off the bed.
Vegeta? Asked...for...nail polish?!?!
She turned around, shaking. There stood the mighty prince, in a black raincoat (you know, the kind private eyes wear in old movies^^) with orbs as onyx as ever, his face showing no sign of emotion as he was asking for nail polish.
"You.want..nail polish?"
"Yes.."
"But why? And why are you wearing that raincoat, it's summer!"
He pulled it around him even more.
"Neither one is any of your business. Would you just give me some nail polish?"
Bulma continued to ignore his request as she studied him further.
"Say, where did that monstrosity you call your hair go?"
She saw the black on his head, and the widow's peak was there as well, but the rest was missing.
He frowned.
"Just give me some nail polish will you?"
Buruma stood up and made her way towards the saiyan. She stopped in front of him, putting her hands on her hips.
"Alright Vegeta, fess up. What's this about?"
From here, she saw a faint blush play on his cheeks, hardly noticeable, but there.
He looked away.
"Come on, what are you hiding?"
The color danced even more on his face.
She smirked.
In an instant Bulma reached for the coat almost pulling it off, but the prince broke free and ran down the hallway with her on his tail. (A.N. cough, cough, cough)
Vegeta's shoes came to a halt at the end of the corridor. The flame haired saiyain was trapped.
"Come on, you can't hide it forever!"
The teal haired genius grabbed the cloth and struggled to pry it off him.
For minutes they struggled, neither one gaining the upper hand in their battle.
Then suddenly, the fabric came off, flying behind Bulma and gently landing on the floor. Just like Bulma's jaw. Exept that was not so gently. And it didn't hit the floor.
But the point is that Bulma was amazed at what she saw.
"Somebody pinch me.."
A walk
Bulma sat on her bed, her back against the door, flipping through a magazine.
She heard footsteps echoing in the hallway.
They stopped at her door.
Vegeta cleared his throat.
"What, oh-mighty saiyan prince?" She asked, already annoyed even at the faintest sound of his deep voice.
"Bulma, can I borrow some nail polish?"
The heiress to Capsule Corp. fell off the bed.
Vegeta? Asked...for...nail polish?!?!
She turned around, shaking. There stood the mighty prince, in a black raincoat (you know, the kind private eyes wear in old movies^^) with orbs as onyx as ever, his face showing no sign of emotion as he was asking for nail polish.
"You.want..nail polish?"
"Yes.."
"But why? And why are you wearing that raincoat, it's summer!"
He pulled it around him even more.
"Neither one is any of your business. Would you just give me some nail polish?"
Bulma continued to ignore his request as she studied him further.
"Say, where did that monstrosity you call your hair go?"
She saw the black on his head, and the widow's peak was there as well, but the rest was missing.
He frowned.
"Just give me some nail polish will you?"
Buruma stood up and made her way towards the saiyan. She stopped in front of him, putting her hands on her hips.
"Alright Vegeta, fess up. What's this about?"
From here, she saw a faint blush play on his cheeks, hardly noticeable, but there.
He looked away.
"Come on, what are you hiding?"
The color danced even more on his face.
She smirked.
In an instant Bulma reached for the coat almost pulling it off, but the prince broke free and ran down the hallway with her on his tail. (A.N. cough, cough, cough)
Vegeta's shoes came to a halt at the end of the corridor. The flame haired saiyain was trapped.
"Come on, you can't hide it forever!"
The teal haired genius grabbed the cloth and struggled to pry it off him.
For minutes they struggled, neither one gaining the upper hand in their battle.
Then suddenly, the fabric came off, flying behind Bulma and gently landing on the floor. Just like Bulma's jaw. Exept that was not so gently. And it didn't hit the floor.
But the point is that Bulma was amazed at what she saw.
"Somebody pinch me.."