Love is a fickle thing:
Sorry it took so long to update, I've been so busy. Yeah, o with the story.
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Ch. 2:
"Oh, come on, Krillin, don't be such a wimp!"
"I'm not, it's just that, do you have any idea what Bulma will do when she catches us spying on her and Vegeta?"
"First of all, it's not spying, it's called protecting my investment. Second, you know Vegeta probably won't show up. And Third, don't get got," Yamcha said.
"What is your investment?" Krillin asked, very confused.
"That I am right and she is wrong. Besides, she'll be crawling back to me when it's all over."
"Whatever you say, man."
Why am I going through with this? I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans! I shouldn't have to answer to anyone let alone an earthling like her! Father warned me about women. I should have listened to him.
"Hurry up, Krillin! Get in the bushes and be quiet!" Yamcha, said impatiently.
"I am quiet! You're the one who's talking so shush yourself!" Krillin said indignantly.
"Look! There he is!"
"There is who?"
"Vegeta, who else?"
"I thought you said he wasn't going to show up, Yamcha. So much for 'protecting your investment'."
"Just wait a minute, Krillin. Maybe he's lost and he'll leave."
"Face it, man. You lost. She was right and you were wrong. Can we go home now?"
"No, we can't, Krillin."
"Why?" Krillin moaned.
"Because it's time for Plan B."
"Plan…B?" Krillin asked, not liking the sound of that at all.
How did I manage to let him talk me into this? Bulma is going to kill us, Krillin thought, sadly.
Vegeta was standing on the porch when Mrs. Briefs opened the door.
"Hello, dear. Please come in."
Vegeta silently walked inside.
"Would you like some tea?"
Vegeta gave no response.
"Okay, then," said Mrs. Briefs, pouring herself a cup of tea.
I wonder what is taking that woman so long, Vegeta thought, impatiently.
Bulma was looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a blue swimsuit that matched her hair perfectly. She slipped a dress on over her two piece and looked in the mirror again.
Hmm, I wonder, does this make me look fat or does it make me look too skinny? Oh, what do I care, he probably won't notice anyway. He doesn't strike me to be one with good fashion sense. Bulma thought in dismay. Despite her thoughts, she took the dress off and threw it into a huge pile next to her mirror and pulled another outfit from her half empty closet.
Vegeta was sitting on the couch when Bulma entered the room. She was wearing a white dress with tiny red and yellow flowers sprinkled on it.
"Oh, hi dear, would you like some tea?"
Vegeta turned to see Bulma standing in the doorway.
She doesn't look half bad for an earthling. What am I thinking?! I really should have listened to my father.
"No thanks, Mom. We really should get going," Bulma said, walking into the kitchen to get the basket she had packed.
She walked outside, Vegeta following.
"Wake up, Krillin!" Yamcha whispered loudly, poking the bald man.
"Huh? What is it now?"
"Do you remember the plan?"
"Which one?"
"Plan B."
"No. Go over it again."
"Okay, but pay attention this time. Plan B goes as follows: We follow the two everywhere they go and you take notes." At this point, Yamcha tossed a note pad and a pen at Krillin, "And, we wear camouflage." Yamcha handed Krillin a pair of sunglasses.
"Look, there they are!"
Bulma and Vegeta had just walked out of Capsule Corps.
"What does she think she's doing?" Yamcha burst.
"Who?" Krillin asked, completely confused.
"Bulma!"
"What about her?"
"Look at her dress."
"I'm looking and I like it. It brings out her figure, which is well rounded if you ask me."
"You're not helping."
"Oh, sorry."
"And look how short that dress is!"
"Yamcha, it's Bulma. She always wears stuff like that."
Vegeta could barely keep his eyes off of Bulma. Her shoulder length blue hair looked so soft, and incising that eh was tempted to run his fingers through it. He also liked her outfit. It was form fitting and matched her figure well. He thought Bulma had a nic figure.
Bulma noticed Vegeta looking at her.
"I see you're looking at me. Do you like my dress?"
"Is that what you call that thing you're wearing?"
"Well, at least I tried to look nice! Look at what you put on."
"What about it?"
"Please, Vegeta, khaki shorts and a red t-shirt? You don't wear that on a first date. But, it's better than that stupid spandex you always wear."
"Who said this was a date? I just wanted some free food. Even you shouldn't be able to mess up sandwiches."
"Oh, look. We're here," Bulma said rather dryly.
They were at a lake.
"There's a nice spot under that tree."
Bulma spread her blanket underneath a tall cherry blossom tree near the water's edge. Then she began to set the food out. Vegeta just stared at her shapely figure now that she wasn't looking at him.
"Look at him, Krillin, he's staring at her."
Oh jeez, here we go again and he says he's not jealous, and that it's over. Krillin thought giving his buddy an odd look.
"I wouldn't worry too much," he said, "Like you said, she'll be crawling back to you."
"Very funny, Krillin."
"Would you sit down, Vegeta. You're always standing."
"I prefer to stand."
"Well, then don't expect me to hand everything to you. Help yourself."
Vegeta leaned down and picked up a sandwich.
Wow, look at his muscles. Yamcha doesn't have muscles like that. Bulma thought.
"Can you believe her? Look at her! Eyeing him down!"
"Man, Yamcha, for a guy who's not jealous, you sure do point out a lot of obvious points."
"I told you, Krillin, that I'm protecting my investment."
My investment that Bulma is MY girl, Yamcha added to himself.
After he was through eating, Vegeta began to look at Bulma again.
"Well, I'm done eating. Now what, woman?"
Bulma stood up and began to pull her dress off.
"What are you doing, woman?!" Vegeta yelled in alarm.
"Getting ready to swim, silly. What else?" Bulma said, pulling the dress completely off, revealing the cerulean two-piece suit. Then, she jumped into the water.
"How could she?! I bought her that suit to go to the beach with ME in!"
"Tough luck, pal. That's just the way the dice rolls sometimes."
"Krillin."
"Yes, Yamcha?"
"Shut-up."
"Come on in, the water's great," Bulma called.
"I'd rather not, woman."
"Aw, come on, Vegeta."
Then Bulma playfully splashed at him, getting him wet.
Oh now you don't, woman. Vegeta, said, throwing his shirt off and jumped in the water after her. Bulma, laughing, swam away.
I knew he couldn't resist a challenge. Sh thought.
Bulma slashed him and this time he splashed back.
"Yamcha, you have to see this," Krillin said in amazement.
"What?"
He looked up to see Vegeta and Bulma splashing each other and Bulma laughing.
"That was fun. Here's your towel," Bulma said, tossing the blue cloth at Vegeta.
She wrapped her towel around her waist as Vegeta looked on. Bulma was walking back to put the picnic things away, when her ankles gave way. She began to fall, grabbing Vegeta's shoulders for support. Vegeta gently supported her weight. As Bulma lifted herself up, she looking into Vegeta's face. Their eyes immediately locked.
"Vegeta, could I ask you something?"
"Maybe."
"Well, have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Woman, shut-up." With that, Vegeta pulled Bulma closer to him and passionately kissed her, while running his fingers through her hair.
Bulma was caught off guard but quickly fell into the kiss.
Vegeta let go of her and stood back up against the tree, smirking.
Bulma stood there, a dazed look on her face.
Wow, what a kiss.
"That's it! I can't take it anymore!"
"Take what, Yamcha?"
"No one moves in on my girl!"
"Yamcha, I'm leaving okay? I don't want to die today."
Yamcha stood up from the bushes and said, "I said, no one moves in on MY GIRL!"
This brought Bulma out of her daze.
"Yamcha, what are you-"
"You want her, Yamcha, you can have her. I was getting bored anyways," Vegeta said coldly, blasting off.
"All right, she's all mine!"
"I heard that Yamcha! I am not a piece of property that you or anyone else can own, so just go away!"
"But, I just saved you," Yamcha spluttered.
"From what, a good time? Yeah, you saved me alright."
Later, back at Capsule Corps.
"Dear, I'm worried about Bulma," Mrs. Briefs said to her husband.
"Whatever for, sweetheart?"
"She's just very upset. She wouldn't even drink the tea I made for her."
"Don't worry, dear. The problem is already taken care of," the doctor said, smiling at his wife.
The next morning as Bulma was brushing her hair, she found a note on her dresser. It was from Vegeta, saying how much he enjoyed being in her company.
Vegeta was in the gravity chamber when Dr. Briefs appeared on the screen.
"Vegeta, if Bulma comes in just tell her you wrote the note."
What note, you old fool? I haven't got time for this!
Later, Vegeta heard a soft knock at the door. He turned off the high gravity and let Bulma in.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"I brought you a snack. And…I wanted to know if the note was true."
"Yes. Every bit of it," Vegeta said, "Thanks for the snack.
I have no idea what note she's talking about, but I don't care right now.
"You said thanks to me," Bulma said in wonder.
"So?"
"Let me show you how I say you're welcome."
Bulma walked up to Vegeta, grabbed his shirt collar, pulled him close, and kissed him.