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Prompt 2: Heated Glances

Bulma exited her bedroom and decided to take a peek in Vegeta's room to see if he was finished training for the day and hopefully remind him of the evenings planned festivities in case he had forgotten. She knew she looked nothing short of delectable with the tight, short long sleeved red dress she'd chosen to wear for the evening. It hugged every one of her curves just perfectly, bordering on immodest in the sense that it left very little to the imagination.

She paused a moment before knocking and waited a few minutes. There wasn't a sound, which she thought was odd. The gravity room had been quiet for at least an hour and she couldn't hear the shower running from the bathroom in his room. She was about to give up and leave, when the door opened slightly, revealing Vegeta with damp hair and only wearing boxer briefs.

"Vegeta," she said in surprise. She'd assumed he'd been either sleeping or had left the compound altogether. She swallowed hard to settle the butterflies fluttering in her belly and she wondered all of a sudden why she was feeling that much excitement over seeing him. She saw him on a daily basis; okay he was more than half naked at the moment, but that also wasn't anything new. Vegeta was seen shirtless quite frequently around the compound.

He grunted at her as he looked her over. She looked almost lethal in that revealing red dress and he wondered what the occasion was. She usually didn't trounce around the house looking quite that good, or indecent. He could not decide which it was. He'd finished his training a little bit early, had taken a shower and had just crawled into bed when she'd disturbed him. He still was not fully recovered from the gravity room explosion incident and as much as he hated to admit it, he needed to pace himself right now rather than over work himself if he was going to be able to make any real progress.

"Sorry if I disturbed you," she said quickly, looking down to avoid the blush she could feel crawling up her neck; she had not missed the heated way he'd looked her up and down. Good, she thought to herself with satisfaction. "I just wanted to let you know that I invited the crew over to hang out this evening for some drinks, movies and really yummy food," she informed him, trying to make it sound as appealing as possible to him. So far as she'd observed, since he'd been living with her family, Vegeta never drank anything other than water and didn't waste his time watching movies but he did love good food.

"Hmmn," he grunted indifferently. He had no interest in socializing with the others, though he was hungry. "Perhaps. When will the food be served?"

Of course, she inwardly huffed. Food. That was the only motivation for both Vegeta and Goku to be persuaded into doing anything other than training. "We'll be setting it out soon after everyone arrives," she said.

"Who is coming?" he asked.

"The whole crew," she shrugged casually. "Goku, Chi-Chi and Gohan are for sure coming. I invited Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, Chiaotzu, and I can't have a shindig without inviting Master Roshi and Oolong. I also invited Piccolo, but I doubt he'll show."

"Hmmn, essentially everyone I was either responsible for killing, or allowed Nappa to kill, not including Kakarott and his son," Vegeta replied dryly.

"Well, when you put it that way, essentially, I guess, yes," she nodded. She hadn't really thought of it that way. "It's fine, just come. No one holds anything against you, I promise."

"Hmmn," he snorted. "Ridiculous. Then you are either very naïve to believe that or they are very stupid."

"Whatever," she shrugged again. "I think it would be nice if you came anyway. You do after all have to work with them when the androids show up."

"There will be no need for any of them to bother even showing up," he snorted arrogantly.

"Alright, well it's still like another year and a half before any of that will even happen and the point of tonight is to not think about it," she said in a bossy tone. "Everyone is fine with you so come out and have some fun and some good food. If you hate it, you can come back to hibernating in here. Just try."

"Hmmn, and the fact that you and the weakling are no longer together because I am living here means everyone is fine with my presence?" he snorted. He knew that they had parted ways since the gravity room explosion and it had been a nice reprieve not having Yamcha around making his bone headed comments or lame attempts at a conversation with him. The man had no backbone. It was amazing to him how he could have lasted in the group as a respected fighter for as long as he had. At least Krillin, the brat and the other one with the clown companion seemed to know what they were doing. Yamcha was the odd man out it seemed to him; he had no real purpose or contribution to the team of Earth's warriors aside from being handsome possibly? Though he failed in that department as well in Vegeta's opinion.

"Yamcha's an idiot," Bulma snorted back. "He'll be there because I invited him and I can't not invite him, but it's you I'd really like to come."

Vegeta chuckled darkly. He knew what this was about. She wanted him there to specifically antagonize Yamcha. He supposed it might make for an interesting evening. "So you are using me to make him jealous in hopes that he'll come crawling back to you?"

"No," she shook her head, but felt her face beginning to flush again that he had somewhat figured out her ulterior motive in her insistence that he come tonight.

"I'll consider it," he said dryly. While he didn't have any interest in hanging around that bunch of low class warriors, he supposed it would be worth it to watch Bulma make a fool of herself in front of everyone in her pathetic pursuit of the weakling. He had to admit to himself that he was somewhat disappointed that her interests were obviously still in that direction.

"Thank you," she beamed at him. "It'll be fun, I promise and if it isn't, I'll make it up to you another time,"

"And just how do you plan on doing that?" he asked with interest, crossing his arms and leaning against his door frame, looking at her rather suggestively.

Her face flushing more, she decided to take the bait and see where she could take this. "Dunno, what did you have in mind?"

"You tell me," he replied elusively. "You're the one dressed as an indecent trollup for a simple gathering."

She wasn't sure if it was possible for her face to grow even redder, but she felt her body temperature rise. "I'm not dressed indecently!"

"Yet it is clear you are not wearing any undergarments," he baited her, purposefully giving her a heated glance and scrutinizing her outfit.

"You…!" she hissed at him, walking back, trying to put some distance between them.

Vegeta chuckled darkly as he watched her grow embarrassed.

"Do you always have to be an asshole?"

"I was not aware I was being an asshole," he replied casually. "I was merely making an observation that it is painfully obvious that you are not wearing anything beneath that garment."

"Well you can't with a dress like this, not that it's any of your business," she snipped nastily at him. Why was it when she decided to flirt with him he found a way to annoy her instead? "And I'm not a trollup."

"Keep telling yourself that," he laughed as she shot him a dirty look and walked away from him.

Vegeta closed his door and went back to bed. As he lay there, curiosity began to nag at him. If he went to this stupid gathering and had an awful time, he could just retreat back to his quarters for the evening and then make Bulma keep her promise of making it up to him. He had several ideas that would be acceptable options, however he wasn't sure if she'd be willing to follow through.

In the end, curiosity won out over the need for isolation. If she wanted to use him to make Yamcha jealous, it could be entertaining; anything to rain on his parade and remind Yamcha that he was beneath him was time well spent in Vegeta's mind and with that thought, he got out of bed and began rummaging through the many choices of Earth clothing Bulma's mother had gotten him that he never found reason to wear.

Tonight would be interesting.

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Just bear with me as I build up and lay the groundwork for the "fun" stuff. ;)