A/N: I do not own Dragon ball z. That is all.
Bulma looks outside the window, seeing if he has exited the machine yet.
No sign.
Her little heart begins to pound excitedly as she rushes over to the fridge, and takes out a cold water-bottle. a cold mist covers the outer plastic of the bottle as Bulma reaches into the cabinet, slowly pulling out a beautiful glass cup. Then she lays it softly onto the marble counter,and reaches for the bottle across the table. She twists the top, struggling a bit.
As she finally slips it open, she peeks out the window once more, her heart almost stopping at the sight of the door opening on the exhausted looking machine.
As quickly as her little legs can carry her, she rushes back to the counter, rapidly pouring the water into the medium sized glass. Some water spills,but she doesn't mind while she jogs outside, carrying the glass securely in her little palms.
As his dark eyes connect with her own, a light pink covers her face. She forces herself to look away from them,and offer him the glass as she approaches.
"Here, Vegeta. You looked tired,so-"
He looks at it for a moment, then smacks it right out of her hands, onto the pavement of her yard. The glass shatters,stunning Bulma.
"Vegeta!"She shouts out, cannot believing he did that.
He walks past her,and says "I'm not thirsty." In a low tone.
Bulma glares at Vegeta as he walks past her. "Vegeta,I am soo sick of your stupid ego!" She screams at him. In her heart, she feels hurt, but on the surface, she acted angry.
"No need to throw a pity fit about it, woman." He responds back before the door closes behind him. Bulma bends down, and picks up the pieces, a tear slipping down one cheek.
'I wish that he'd share even a little with me,' She thinks in her mind. She quickly drops a piece as it pierces her skin, causing her to bleed. Blood almost drops onto the ground until a tissue catches it.
She looks to her side to see him, kneeling next to her. Her heart pounds as he gets close to her, only to softly push her over a little. He picks up the pieces instead as he lets go of the tissue, leaving it to her.
Her ocean blue eyes watch him, making her feel like he's her knight in shining armor.
"Leave, I can handle this." His world snap her back into reality. She begins to stand up,and slowly walk back in, the tissue wrapped around her index finger.
"Thank you,Vegeta."She whispers loud enough for him to hear,and a small blush covers her face.
He stops for a moment, and utters, "Just, go."
She stands there for a moment longer, then slips into the house, feeling like they are getting closer and closer each day.
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