Yesterday, Bulma bought a new couch.
Why?
Because her old one was uncomfurtable.
Yes. Many a time, Bulma would enter the living room with an aching head and body, plop down on the couch, and get even more uncomfurtable.
But no more.
Yes. Now she'd gotten a new, nice couch, that wasn't the natural baby blue of the old ones. So now, she realised; it was time to test out her new, sparkly couch.
She had just cleaned the wreck that one could call her home, but more comonly known as Capsule Corp. She was tired, and the brink of getting easily annoyed, andjust wanted to relax.\She startedd out slowly, by running her hand over it. Then she timidly sat down. Finally, she stretched much like a female cat, her legs off one side and her head and arms off the other.
Bulma shrunk into the cushions of the couch; sighing in content.
This couch; unlike the rest in the building, was made of leather; for which Bulma was thankfull; as not only had shegotten a knew couch, but a comfurtable one. And as far as she was conserned, that's all that mattered.
She noted, dully, that Vegeta had not seen this couch. But that didn't matter, it wasn't like Vegeta would blast it or anything.
Vegeta thus chose that moment to walk in. He had been training like an alligator in heat, (...what-?) and very rarely stopped. This time he wasn't so beaten up, and was rather suprised to see Bulma soaking in the cushions, as if being swallowed.
"Aaaaah," Bulma; however, didn't notice the Saiyan Prince enter the building, OR the way his eyes widened.
"WOMAN!" She did, however, notice the way he snatched her from the rather comfurtable couch, and how only secants later said couch's annards were blasted all over the room, a solid hole running through the building.
Oh, sweet irony. Figures she'd come and visit Bulma when she finally got to relaxing.
"VEGETA!" She all but trilled, snarling, "WHY THE FRIG (?) DID YOU JUST DESTROY MY BRAND NEW COUCH?"
"ARE YOU INSANE, WOMAN? THAT THING WAS TRYING TO EAT YOU!" Vegeta snarled back, voice just as trill as hers.
"...What?" Bulma looked at him like he'd grown a secant head. Well; she was pretty sure she'd already seen that. So lets put it in words that would shock anyone who met the guy.
She felt as if he just said he wanted to quite fighting and start a Flower Shop wall spreading happiness and joy to everyone, and kiss Freiza's... You get the idea.
"THAT THING WAS TRYING TO EAT YOU! CAN'T YOU TELL A RESVER WHEN YOU SEE ONE! THEY'RE NOT VERY GOOD AT SHAPE-SHIFTING, YOU'D THINK A SCIENTIST WOULD NOTICE THE CHANGE OF HER SEAT'S COLOR! YOU'RE LUCKY I EVEN BOTHERED SAVING YOU!"
"WELL WHY DID YOU?" Bulma didn't know where that came from, it just slipped out.
Vegeta blinked at her, stared, and then blinked again. He flushed, turning away.
"Well, I just... Um... What's it matter?"
Bulma laughed. His face was as red as a cherry; and his expression was akin to a little boy admeting his crush on his babysitter.
Yeah. Vegeta could be adorable when the timing was right; or in the strangest moments. And; honestly, Bulms couldn't just embarass him like that. Maybe later, but not at thed moment.
With those thaughts in mind and Vegeta mumbling under his breath, the Saiyan and Terrestrial linked hands in a begrudging fassion.
Their complicated relationship might not have been full of Fluff, but Bulma was fine with that. And Vegeta was, to.
After all, between mistaking a couch for a extraterrestrial monster or giving a man a pink shirt, nobody was perfect.
