Favorite mistake

I do Not Own DragonBall or any of the characters; Not I am getting money from this…

Chp 2

-Oh, darling, you look undoubtedly tired today, that can just mean that your night with that handsome boyfriend of you went superbly. Bunny giggle at her remarks while serving breakfast to her young daughter and handsome husband.

-jump- was the only sound coming out from the blue haired woman, that was zooming out and absolutely no paying attention to her mom.

-Oh my, so good to be young and full of love. Bunny gasp hopefully, still ignoring the distracted state her daughter was in. -By the way sweetheart, I am worried by Vegeta today-

The name of the Saiyan snapped the heiress out of her lethargic state.

-ah? What did you say about Vegeta mom?-

The blonde woman giggled at the sudden interest of her daughter.

-Well, I woke up at 4 am wanting to cook some delicious muffins for that handsome boy, he works so hard… and well I saw him rushing outside to train at that time, that is early even for his standards. So I cooked a huge breakfast for him and left it ready, you know he has a very healthy appetite. But when I came back kitchen around 7 I discovered he had not eaten anything. I worried he would get sick… you know, he had never missed his meal before.

-Well, mom, he must be in one of his cranky moods. Just pay no attention. Bulma let a long and distracted suspire out.

-Perhaps you should apologize to him.- Bunny suggested.

-Yeah maybe… wait, what? What are you talking about mom?

-Well, honey, we can hear all your discussion yesterday, and it was evident that he was worried about you. And you were so unfair to him. Oh, he is so caring and handsome.

-MOM! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Did you hear anything for real?.. He insulted your daughter.

Bulma looked to her mom with absolutely disbelieve. Bunny had a dreamy look on her face, having Kami knows what wild ideas about the Saiyan.

-Oh sweetie, he is just a shy boy and has some troubles expressing his feelings. I wish such a handsome young men will be so passionately worried about me.

-Dad, can you believe this?- Bulma looked at her father looking for support, but doctor Brief knew better and just shrieked his shoulder, rapidly coming back to his newspaper.

Bulma just snapped from her seat. – I am not hungry anymore; I would be in my lab- The young woman left the kitchen noisily, muttering protest against her mother and her unbelievable defense of the asshole Saiyan.

Focusing on anything was impossible. She had tried her best to get some work done, but her brain was just not responding. Memories of the night before had tormented her all the morning. Yes, the situation with her boyfriend was unsettling and worrisome. She did not expect the feeling, of the lack of it, especially after so long. And then, it was the other thing; she was so ashamed of herself, not for pleasuring herself, but, for who was in her mind when she did it and how good it felt to think about him.

The guilt overwhelmed her completely. She had been ignoring Yamcha's calls all morning, and her phone was full of unread text messages. She knew she had to answer at some point, but she was not ready for that. What was happening to her?. Her blue eyes were fixed on the gravity room, that was perfectly visible from her lab office.

'this is wrong, so wrong. I can not be lusting after this man. He is an asshole, a terribly hot asshole. Sure she did not like him so much as a person, he was selfish, arrogant, ungrateful, just to count a few of his defects… But oh Kami, that body was a sin by itself, all his muscles were so well defined, they looked so hard and smooth at the same time, she just wished to pass her hand along his well-defined chest and maybe, juts maybe…'

A vibration in her table scared the hell out of her.

-Damm, what the hell?- It was her phone. Yamcha once more.

After a deep breath, she decided to answer. She could not keep her boyfriend in the dark all day.

-Hey babe, something wrong?- Bulma could feel the worried voice of her boyfriend, and the guilt overcame her once more.

-Hey, listen, I am so sorry… I had a genius idea when I was at you place last night, and since you had fallen sleep, I just ran back to my lab.- That was the worse excuse ever, but what else could she said; hey I left your home because I did feel nothing after we fuck, and I was hiding from you?. Not of course not.

-Really? O Thanks Kami, I thought you were mad at me since you did not answer my calls. His voice was hesitant, did he suspect something?

-Sorry, I been in my lab all day, and forgot my phone in my room until know, hehe, you know how I am when I get a new idea-

-I am so relieved babe, after that fantastic night we had, I was wondering what could have made you mad. Of course, I can see know that our passionate sex just inspired that brilliant mind of you.- Oh, sweet Yamucha, his voice was so full of hope and conviction.

-Heheheh, of course- she could not control her nervous laugh, she felt like the worse liar in the world.

-Hey, babe, I know you are busy, just wanted to make sure we were good. I leave you to your work.-

-Everything perfect, I guess I'll be seeing you soon- She was hoping not too soon.

-You betcha!, I was thinking to pass by tonight, but since you are so busy, I will wait until tomorrow. I have a little surprise for you.

-Tomorrow sounds great- Obviously, he did not feel her sarcasm.

-Ok B, see you in tomorrow, love you-

-I… me too- She cut the call.

She dropped her head on the table. Ahhh! What is wrong with me?. She kept hitting her head against the table when the intercom interrupted her.

-Bulma darling, Lunch is ready!- Her mom was so cheerful as always, and she knew she better went to eat if she did not want Bunny calling here every five minutes.

Hey mom, said Bulma entering the living room/

-Don't seat darling; I need you to do something for me- Bunny said while happily organizing the dishes on the table

-sure, mom.

-I need you to go and get Vegeta, that poor boy works so hard, and he has not eaten today.. oh poor thing, he must be so shy to come to ask for food.

Bulma did not want to see Vegeta, but she did not have enough reason to avoid him. After all, it was her little secret; no one knew what she was thinking before.

He was no dumb; he understood perfectly what the female was doing the night before. What he did not understand was his reaction. He found himself unable to stop looking at her. He had bein totally paralyzed, his body had reacted in the shamefully way, and his mind had not stop repeating the scene again and again. There was no cold shower that could help him, and apparently, his body hadn't allowed him to get any sleep, not even food, that was a new low for him.

Of course, he had experienced arousal before, especially in his younger years, but he always had prided himself of his self-control and had surprised so basic and vulgar urges many years back, or that was it until last night. He had found himself pained by his arousal, unable to control it. Damn it he could not even stop watching.

As soon as he had recovered a bit of his self-control, he had rushed to the gravity room, ignoring all his body needs, including hunger. But know he could feel it, she was walking toward the machine and his body just tensed at every step she took closer, he the princes of all Saiyans was afraid to see her on the face.

That blasted woman, she just stopped the machine from the outside and entered the gravity room. And he, the strongest warrior of all was unable to face her. He was having problems facing a weak heartling. He was infuriated.

-What do you want? He asked. Faster he could get rid of her the better

-A ray of sunshine as always- she did not even know what she was thinking before. He was a jerk, and it feels so good to remember that, she felt all the guilt leave her body, fro sure she would have no more weird ideas.

-Speak at once!- Today his patients were to his limit, and she may not be as lucky as before if she extended this conversation. The day seems as good as any to finish with her miserable life.

-My mother is worried about your highness not eating. And unless you want her dropping by your door every five minutes, I recommend you to bring your ass to the home and have lunch now.

'Fuck' it there was something worse that the destruction of his race and all the years under Frieza command what that blonde woman. She never shut up, and could not stop calling him names. No matter how much he insulted and treated the woman life, she insisted on trying to establish a conversation with him. Just the thought or having her dropping by the gravity machine make her stomach revolt, his body shivered.

He turned around to face the blue haired woman, with an expression of disbelief and annoyance. His right eyebrow was twitching, and for a moment his face makes an expression that raged between disbelief and horror.

-Lets get this over.- He walked out of the chamber, picking a with T-shirt on the way out. Bulma just looked at him with amusement. He is kind of cute; he is terrorized of my mother. She smiled following him, knowing that he has just found a way to torture the saiyan and that torture was called Bunny Brief.

When The Prince got the table, the first thing he saw was a tacky and colorful arrangement of flowers, right in the middle of the table. He could not understand such ridiculous display; he has seen the weakling bringing them for the woman numerous times, especially after a fight, and then her mood suddenly lighting by dead plants. That is ridiculous.

-What is this mother?- Bulma inquired after seeing the huge flower arrangement.

-oh dear, it is romantic? There are from you; I guess Yamuchi was feeling very grateful after last night. Bunny wink at this work, making everyone in the table feel a rush of cold air.

The blue haired woman looked at the flowers for a while, before letting a deep suspire that caught the attention of Vegeta who followed her movements discretely.

She took the card and reading the words in there she felts a painful stab on her chest.

Dear B

Last night was one of the best of my whole life.

Love

Yamucha

-Shit, this sucks- she told to herself in a very little voice she did not think anyone will pick. But of course, the Saiyan did.

That was very out of character for her. Usually, she would be babbling all around, but this time she seemed perturbed, almost annoyed. She put the flowers out of the way. Apparently, she did not want to look at them. Vegeta could not avoid the smirk on his face; maybe the weakling had not such a great night after all because the woman seemed almost dreaded of his gesture. He felt satisfied at this tough, only satisfy.

OO—

Yamucha was all over the top; last night was better that he had even expected.

-Puar, I think is time. Tomorrow I will be dropping the question, and B would soon be officially my woman. And the first time I will do when that happen, Is to get rid of that monster she has as a guest at her home. I can't wait to see her face; she will be so happy, I know she has been waiting for this so long.

Hey will be dropping next chapter today, I am trying to write better but I'm very rusty… I;m hoping to improve with time