"What is wrong with here?" Bulma asked, carefully refraining from whining or screaming.
"Too many people."
"Vegeta?" She managed, with great effort, to keep her tone even and reasonable. "This is supposed to be a change of pace for you. Do you really want to go to a deserted area of the beach and be my only form of entertainment?"
He opened his mouth, shut it with a snap, startled eyes meeting her own when she put her hand on his thigh and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Or would you rather have people around?"
"People." He looked pointedly at the hand sliding up his leg. "Use both hands to drive."
She just laughed, patted his leg a couple times, then had to swerve to avoid the jerk who'd slammed into a turn right in front of them. It took her fifteen minutes to finish describing his family history and that of the person who'd taught him to drive. Vegeta listened in bored silence, not allowing his uncertainty at this… vacation… to show.
"First, I was going to fly us down. Then we decided to drive instead. Now this." Vegeta stood inside the tiny capsule house, his hair able to brush the ceiling.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta. I must've grabbed the wrong house capsule. I don't understand it…" her voice trailed as she examined the capsule case she held, looking again at the numbers. "OH NO! I grabbed the entirely wrong case!"
"Then may I suggest we fly back very quickly and get the right one?"
"Um, we can't." Her voice got really small. "I don't have my keycard… it was in the other case."
"Your parents…"
"Left for their vacation, the house is completely automated now."
His eye twitched. "And I would have a problem getting in how?"
"Completely automated, Vegeta. Including the security system, which has managed to keep Goku out."
That stopped him. He had to turn that over in his mind a few times. "How?"
"Er… Dad got tired of him raiding the kitchen. So he built in some special modifications. I don't really know a lot about them." She caught the gleam in his eye when he turned. "And yes, I'll incorporate them into your GR as soon as I figure out how. Deal with what we have here now, and I'll do that for you, okay?"
"Okay." Anything that beat that fool, he had to prove he could beat. "You sleep on the floor."
"Not a chance, Vegeta. It's my house, and my bed." They glared at each other. "I'm the cook."
Both eyebrows went up as his eye twitched again. He turned to look at the twin bed stuck in the corner, at the lack of comfortable chairs, the fact there wasn't a couch. He was not giving up the bed, but he wasn't about to displease the cook. She'd proven she could cook adequately, and better than he could. "We share."
"SHARE? THAT BED?"
"Afraid?"
"Of course not." She tossed her head. "We can share. It won't bother me a bit." With that, she stomped into the miniscule bathroom.
It doesn't bother me. It doesn't bother me. It doesn't bother… who the hell do I think I'm kidding! I didn't know he slept NUDE! The prince had shed his clothes and crawled in with her like it was an everyday occurrence, and fallen straight to sleep. She, however, was now very wide awake and extremely aware of just how small a twin bed was when two adults were in it. This is going to be a very long night.
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I'm going to go have a case of the giggles now. Dingbat should've known better than to grab the capsule case with her old playhouse in it!