If I open the door to my homeless heart
Would you stay for a night?
Or maybe 10.000 more in a row or the rest of your life?
If I plant you a field of every flower I know
Would you help them to grow
Would you be like the sunshine after the rain
or the bitter cold?
(Colbie Caillat)
„Woman, where is my food?"
„Woman! Where is my armour?"
„Woman, these stupid machines do not, what I expect them to do!"
"Woman…"
Bulma sighed. Why did she invite him to stay? Why? She closed the book in her hands and went into the kitchen, where the black haired Saiyajin sat at the table and stared down at his meal. Vegeta barely glanced over to her. He was the prince of all Saiyajins, a high level fighter, blue-blooded and yet, he was dependent on a weakling. Although he would never admit it.
"My dearest highness, what is your problem now?", Bulma asked sarcastically and could think of a million stupid reasons, why he was yelling again.
"This is not the food I asked for", Vegeta murmured, "is it really that hard for you to follow my instructions, woman?"
"You asked for food, I gave you food", Bulma answered and looked at the plate in front of Vegeta. He hadn't even touched the pizza she had ordered.
"What is this? Some kind of cake? Strange dough – is this something you Earthlings refer to as cookies?" Vegeta recessed the pizza with his fork. "Give me some real food, woman!"
"First of all, my name is Bulma; but I think I've told you this a thousand times. Secondly, this is real food. It is called pizza and it's quite popular here on Earth. Why don't you give it try?"
Vegeta starred at Bulma and hissed, "Saiyajins don't eat this rubbish. We need real food – meat, side dishes, fruits, vegetables and more meat. I'm training all day in this room…"
"Please, Vegeta, spare me. I know that you are a Saiyajin; that you train all day in the gravity room and therefore need a lot of food", Bulma rolled her eyes, "may I remind you that usually my Mom cooks the meals and that she is out of town for the next days, along with my Dad."
"Then why don't you cook a meal?", asked Vegeta and there was an indication of a grin on his face. He already knew the answer – he wasn't blind. Never had he seen this woman cooking.
Bulma squinted her eyes. "I can cook you dinner, but you may not survive it." Suddenly and quite unexpected Vegeta started to laugh. Shocked, Bulma starred at him. She couldn't really think of a situation where she ever saw Vegeta laugh. Guess the joke is on me, Bulma thought.
"You really are a pathetic woman – even for the low standards on this planet!"
Bulma blushed. She would love to kick this arrogant monkey out of her house, but easier said than done. Vegeta was powerful, one of the most powerful beings she had ever met and one of the cruellest. As much as she wanted him out of her house, she had to agree with Goku that Vegeta might be helpful in the fight against the androids. Bulma had to keep her promise; but spending three years with this mannerless idiot wasn't easy at all.
It was now five months ago that Son Goku returned to Earth and this kid warned them about the androids. They got three years to prepare themselves for the fight. All Bulma heard from their friends was that they were preparing for this fight: Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin and even Yamcha – whereas Bulma didn't think that her boyfriend had much of a chance against those androids. Bulma never was a fighter and she didn't plan to become one. But she got the brains and that was exactly how she could help her friends: however her research about androids and their technology was yet without any result.
"You know, Vegeta, I might not be a good cook, but therefore I got other talents", she winked at him and took a piece of his pizza.
Bulma was already leaving the kitchen, when Vegeta spoke again. "This weakling called."
She turned around, "weakling? Who exactly are you talking about?" Kami knows, Bulma thought, he calls everyone on this planet a weakling.
"The guy you spend so much time with."
"Are you talking about Yamcha?" Vegeta shrugged and turned away. Bulma knew that it was hopeless to ask Vegeta, what the call was about. He just didn't care. Besides, Vegeta was wrong. Since a few weeks Bulma barely spent time with Yamcha. He was always busy and to be honest, Bulma got suspicious. Especially when she heard a female voice in the background and Yamcha claimed to be at the gym (one only for guys). Bulma had already crowded Vegeta out of her mind, when she went into her bedroom and looked at her cell phone. Two missed calls and a message:
Let's grab a coffee. Meet me at 3pm in the Coffeehouse. Yamcha xxx
Bulma sighed. He was her boyfriend and all they did was drinking coffee or having lunch. This isn't even a real relationship anymore, she thought. She remembered Tights visit a few weeks ago, when her sister thought that Vegeta was her boyfriend - such a strange situation. For a short moment Bulma imagined what a relationship with Vegeta would like and she was pretty sure that she would never survive a relationship with him. Thank Kami, I don't need him in my life, she thought.
Bulma decided to stop at Yamchas' flat, maybe she would meet him there. She could really need someone to talk to. After getting dressed, she just grabbed her keys, when Vegeta suddenly appeared behind her.
"Are you leaving woman?", he murmured and folded his arms. Vegeta examined Bulma, who was now dressed in short orange skirt. A "hm" escaped his lips and he starred out of the window, while waiting for an answer. Deep inside he had to admit that she was beautiful, but Vegeta swore that this would never cross his lips.
"Yes, I am leaving", Bulma just answered. No need for him to know the details, she thought.
"What about my food and my armour", Vegeta said, "my armour needs to be washed. I hope you don't expect me to do it myself."
"Just throw it in the corridor, as you usually do it. I will take care of it. Besides you should take a shower…" Bulma saw the beads of sweat on his forehead and neck.
"Why? Do you want to take care of that as well?", Vegeta grinned, whereas Bulma poked her tongue out at him.
"I'll order you some food, okay?", she turned away and in her mind was still this picture of her and Vegeta in the shower – naked. Bulma shook her head: things that will never happen.