A/N: It"s funny how I always get the inspiration to write this stuff so late in the night... And FYI, I got this idea from a briefs pun I thought about around 2:30 am, sue me. (Or just tell me to go the fuck to sleep.)
It was no later than three in the morning when Bulma woke with a sore, dry throat. A hand lifted from beneath her covers and traveled to her throat before she swallowed hard. Damn—it was probably a bug, and it was definitely going to hit real hard in the morning too, no doubt. And with a sigh, Bulma unraveled the sheets from herself and climbed out of bed.
Usually she would reach for something to wear to make herself decent before stepping outside, but it didn't really matter this time. It was so late, and everyone was already in bed. And Vegeta, well—he practically lived in that Gravity Room anyways, so she felt confident about not running into anyone while wearing her pajamas. I.E, a tank top and a pair of boy shorts.
The trip downstairs to the kitchen was quick—she wanted something to soothe the dryness in her throat. A glass of water or some tea, anything. So she reached for the tea cabinet and found the medicinal kind that made her want to vomit, but she really had no choice. She was going to kick this bug out in less than twenty four hours, and she was extremely determined.
While the kettle was just starting to boil, Bulma looked into the fridge to find something cool to drink. A huff passed her lips. Energy drinks everywhere—it was her own fault after all. She had made them for Vegeta to help him keep his stamina during his training. It proved to be efficient because she had never seen him step out for days now. And well… thinking about it now just started to worry her. What if he died in there out of exhaustion, or worse?
❝ His fault anyway, ❞ she huffed hoarsely as she bent down to look at the other beverages. Little did she know that Vegeta had stepped out of the Gravity Room precisely five minutes ago. He would have to ask her to install a mini fridge like Kakarot had on his spaceship so he wouldn't have to constantly step out for those energy drinks of hers.
It was brisk out—it felt good against his heated skin. It dwelled on him that maybe he needed a shower, but he would later deal with that before he got his drink. And as he stepped into the kitchen, he was welcomed with the delightful sight of the woman bent over by the fridge, ass in the air. Eyes widening and jaw slacking at the sight.
❝ Ah-hah! Lemonade! ❞ Bulma chanted triumphantly and grabbed a few cans before she stood and turned and stared perplexed at the Saiyan who stood but a couple of inches from her. Damn it, she didn't think she would find him out here this late at night. And now he had seen her completely indecent. What on earth was he thinking of her now?
❝ Sorry—got thirsty. It's flu season and I'm flaring up—Vegeta are you alright? ❞
Vegeta just stood there, still completely stiff after what he had just witnessed. He couldn't get that mental image out of his mind. That perfectly shaped ass in that dainty material that did nothing to hide her… assets. He had seen it all. Vegeta swallowed thickly and merely nodded his head in response. He was definitely at a loss for words, which was definitely a first. He could feel sweat forming, and it had nothing to do with training. The last time he sweat like this, he had faced death right in the face.
❝ Oh… ok. Well I'm gonna go now—❞ Bulma awkwardly glanced to the side and passed by him before she made her way back upstairs to her room. And after what felt like hours, Vegeta released a breath he had been holding since the moment he had stepped inside. His gloved hand resting on the tiled counter as if to resist the urge to reach forward and cop a feel... And before his thoughts betrayed him, Vegeta reached into the fridge and grabbed about eight of those energy drinks and quickly returned to his training.