Chapter One
"This is stupid." Vegeta says bluntly as Bulma drags him to a restaurant. He's not in any training armor, just a suit and tie. A very uncomfortable tie that he keeps pulling at. Unfortunately the woman he's with has a knack for inventing indestructible material.
"Oh hush Vegeta. Lighten up for once. Not everything can be training non stop. Enjoy yourself." The blue haired scientist forces him to sit in a booth in what seems to be a very expensive and classy restaurant. A waiter comes over to the table. "Hi there! Please bring us two bottles of Chardonnay and everything on your menu." Bulma very quickly says with a large toothy smile.
The waiter makes an interesting face as he slinks away to put in their order. Bulma looks across at her very grumpy date. She reaches across the table and touches his arm, "Alright grumpy butt. What's wrong?"
Vegeta looks at her from the corner of his eye and adjusts his arm away from her hand, "Look around. Do you see what I see?" He asks her.
She looks around, "I see people. Waiters, patrons… Am I supposed to see something?"
Vegeta shrugs, "All I see are people eating. No one is training. No one is concerned with being strong. Just being fat." Vegeta harshly dictates.
Bulma chuckles at him, "You are about to eat and be fat too ya know?"
Vegeta rolls his eyes, "That's because I earned it. I trained hard for years and weeks and days to get a meal."
"Yeah, and you almost died for it. Luckily I was there to bring you back. You're welcome." She said with so much sass you could taste it.
Vegeta exhales, "Which is why I'm here. To show you my appreciation by doing this… What are we doing again?"
Bulma grins "We're on a date."
"Yes. By being on this date, I'm showing you my appreciation for saving my life. What the fuck is a date by the way? I feel like this is some kind of courtship ruse I've been tricked into." Vegeta says as he tries to stretch out his tie again.
Bulma chuckles nervously as she tries to switch subject, "Well date or not, just try to calm down for a bit. Jesus you're just so pent up. It's ok to let loose." And just like it was planned, the bottles show up
"Enjoy." The waiter says as he leaves two glasses.
Bulma waits for the man to leave as she cracks open the bottles and hands one to Vegeta, "Drink!" She practically commands. She turns her bottle up and goes in while Vegeta watches in amusment.
"That good huh?" Vegeta chuckles. Bulma nods as she keeps drinking. Vegeta looks at his bottle and decides to give it a try. He sips it, "This tastes like the fruit juice on Vegeta." He takes a bigger swig, "Maybe sweeter." He continues to drink and the next thing you know Vegeta has lightened up and is having an enjoyable time with Bulma.
They are laughing and telling stories. Some of which Bulma is left horrified, but none the less they are having a good time. The food comes and Vegeta has an even better time as they eat and continue to drink.
Soon they leave the restaurant. Bulma is very clearly drunk, and Vegeta might have a buzz. No one can be completely sure, but he's smiling. So as far as Bulma is concerned he's happy. She goes to pull a capsule from her hand bag, but Vegeta stops her. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"
In what could only be translated by a professional, Bulma says something along the lines of "I'm grabbing out a vehicle so we can go home."
Vegeta stops her and picks her up, "I can fly. And it'll be much faster than your vehicle." He immediately takes off. Bulma gets all snuggly with Vegeta as he holds her tight. She looks around the city, seeing it from a whole new angle and all, she sees an amusement park. She points and tries to make a sentence, but luckily for her Vegeta only needed her to point.
They land at the park, which looks like it had just been shut down. The lights were off but the hum of the machines were still on. Bulma immediately runs to a patch of grass and starts to hurl. Vegeta just stands awkwardly to the side as she finishes.
She lays on the grass next to her puke pile and starts to fall asleep. Vegeta walks over and picks her up. Again she instinctively holds on to his neck as he lifts off the ground. He looks back at the park, "maybe next time." He says softly.
The next morning comes too quickly for Bulmas taste. She reaches over to her night stand mashes a button. A voice comes over the intercom, it's her father, "Yes sweetie?"
She very weakly gets out, "Hang… Over…"
Prof. Briefs chuckles, "Don't worry, help is on the way."
The intercom shuts off as Bulma makes the attempt out of bed. She rolls out and very weakly stands up. She stretches and feels a cool breeze caress her body. Then realizes her whole body felt that. So very frightened she looks down to see she is completely naked. The adrenaline and embarrassment kicked half the hangover out of her body.
She leaps back in bed just as her mom enters the room. "Good morning Dear! How'd your date with Vegeta go?"
Bulma is covered in her blanket as a red blush covers her face. "I guess it went really well for him." She said seething.
"Well that's good sweetie. You definitely need a good man in your life." Her mother says as she drop a capsule revealing a selection of liquids all labeled 'Bulmas hangover'. "Well feel better honey, we're having tuna sandwiches for lunch." And like that she was gone.
Bulma stretches her arm out and drinks the magical liquid. And just like it was a senzu bean she was back on her feet getting dressed. She ties her hair back and leaves the room. Heading to a specific location with much intention. She walks outside to a very large spaceship that has a the sound of a warzone inside.
Walking up to the outside panel she aggressively punches a code in and shuts down the sequence inside. Much to her pleasure she hears a loud, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" come from inside.
The door opens and she walks in. Vegeta is in the air and covered in sweat and some blood from the scrapes he has. Vegeta glares at her with the hottest fire, "What is your problem?! Is there a reason you interrupted my training?"
She walks up to the area he's floating, "Did you have fun last night, Prince? Because last I remember I was fully clothed and when I awoke… Well wouldn't you know? I was bare ass naked. So I'll ask you again. Did you have fun?" She whispered, wit hatred seeping from her teeth.
Vegeta lowers himself to her level and makes eye contact, "Are you asking me if I had my way with you?" He takes a step closer, causing her to step back, "Are you asking me, if when I took your clothes off of your puke covered body, I did something barbaric?" They're now against a wall, "Because I'm a brutish Saiyan I must be an animal, and do things just so savagely? Is that what you're implying?"
Bulma has now shrunk under the tower that is Vegeta. She clears her throat, "um… yes…"
Vegeta continues to tower over her, never waning from the eye contact he's held. At this point Bulma is about to break into tears. Vegeta starts to chuckle, "Get out of here." He turns and walks away.
Bulma is stunned, "Wait"
She starts to walk after him but he flares his power knocking her out of the ship. She picks herself up off the grass and turns back. Vegeta is standing at the door, "I might be a savage Saiyan, but I am a Prince before that. You drank too much juice or whatever and puked twice. Once at a park, and once while I was placing you in bed. Being the gentleman I am, I took the liberty to remove such burden from you and see it destroyed. It was dark. I didn't see anything. Good bye." He heads back in and the door shuts.
Bulma gets up and dusts herself off, "Dick." She screams at the ship, "That was a $1500 dollar dress!" She walks away cussing under her breath, "I'm Vegeta. I'm a prince of three people. Fuckin prick."
Vegeta returns to training, cussing Bulma, "Stupid woman. Who does she think I am?"
Bulma returns to her room. She slams the door and hops back on her bed. She grabs a pillow and screams into it. She calms down and relaxes and thinks back to the recent events that just occurred. Vegea towering over her. The slight rush of fear. 'Fuck… That was hot.'
She covers her face from the new blush forming on it, "No! He undressed you and destroyed your dress. He's wrong."
The intercom beeps as her father comes back on it, "Bulma. You have a guest. It's Yamcha here to see you."
Bulma groans, "Noooooooo! Tell him to go back to the desert."
"Well I would but he's already headed to you." Prof. Briefs states.
Bulma sits up and wouldn't you know it, there's Yamcha standing in her room. "Bulma." He says almost pleading.
She looks at him with distaste, "Dick head."
Yamcha walks over to her hurt, "Please don't be like that. It was only one time."
Bulma steps away from him, "Yeah. This year. You do realize I'm not stupid right? That I'm world renowned like my father, and that new travels fast whenever we or someone we 'love' does something?" She said shutting him down.
Yamcha looked speechless, "I… I mean…"
"Look. Just go dude. You've done enough." She turns to head into her bathroom to create distance.
Yamcha starts to plead again, "Please Bulma. I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."
"Go Yamcha! I'm not letting you back. Besides… I'm seeing someone." She says almost quietly.
Yamchas heart sinks into his gut, "What do you mean? Who is it?" He feels himself getting mad. She stays quiet as he bangs on the door, "Tell me! You know damn well this door won't stop me." She remains quiet. "Dammit Bulma!"
A hand snatches him by the shirt and flings him across the room. He crashes hard against the wall, cracking the drywall and brick. Standing there between Yamcha and the door was Vegeta. Yamcha gets up and powers himself up. Vegeta laughs, "Don't. It's easier to walk out on your own legs if you leave now."
Yamcha powers down in spite. He walks up to Vegeta, braver than usual and puts a finger on his chest. "This isn't-"
He's cut off by Vegeta raising him by his throat, "Don't you ever touch me. You're not even worth the kill." He looks at Bulmas window and chucks Yamcha out of it. He turns to her bathroom door, "You may come out now."
He heads to the newly open section of window he created and floats away. Bulma comes out and scans the area. She exhales while rubbing her head. "Could he not have made a mess?" She walks over to the window to see where he went. Vegeta lands right outside the door to the training ship. He looks back at her. She smiles and mouths 'Thank you' to him. He nods and disappears back into the ship.
She turns back around and once again is confronted by the mess in her room. She sighs, "I guess I should clean this mess up."
Here's a new take on those wonderful three years. As is customary when writing a first VegetaxBulma story. I hope you enjoy it. In all honesty I'm winging the hell out of this story. Wish me luck.
