Chapter Two: FAQ

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Bulma let the hot water massage her sore muscles. Her mind flashed back to her time with Vegeta.

*Flashback*

Vegeta, kept his eyes on the road, not even bothering to give Bulma, the time of day.

"S-so, um, why do you want me to stay at your house anyway?" she asked, in a failed attempt to have a conversation.

Vegeta said nothing as he continued to look clear into the road.

"Vegeta-san?"

"Address me as only Vegeta, no honorifics."

"Uh, yeah ok."

Once again there was silence, only the sound of Vegeta's car engine, humming filled the void. Vegeta glanced at the girl, his eyebrow quickly raised up as he saw Bulma's clean posture. Her back was arched to there point where it seemed like she wasn't even leaning on the seat, her knees were together, ankles were crossed and her hands were so delicately placed on her lap, on top of each other. Bulma quickly caught him staring and, unconsciously, fell out posture.

"Is something wrong?"

Vegeta looked at her and turned back to the road, leaving Bulma to her thoughts.

*End Flashback*

He looked so deep in thought, Bulma thought as she put on the orange sweat suit, Vegeta had given her. I really don't understand. He claims he wants my company, but he's quiet and distant, how can I be of any use? And he barely knows me nor do I know him, but should I tell him? He says that he knows my pain, but does he really? Does he really know what it's like to be a prostitutes daughter? Does he know how it feels to watch both your boyfriend and sister have sex with each other right in front of you? But still...his eyes told me that he did. I wonder what happened to him.

"Woman get down here!" she heard Vegeta call.

Did he just call me "Woman"? She thought as her facial expression turned into a sour twist.

Bulma shook it off and put on some slippers, she took her time coming down the stairs and saw Vegeta, leaning on the wall, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

I wonder if he scowls a lot? Those frown marks look permanent.

"You rang sir?" she curtsied jokingly as she gave a fake smile.

Vegeta silently walked to the couch, that was in the middle of the room, and sat down. Noticing Bulma, was still standing, he closed his eyes. His took in a breath before quitely letting it out...he still didn't know why he offered his home to this girl, but he made a promise and he was going to keep it.

"Are you just going to stand there orr are you going to sit down, so we can talk about all of this?"

"Huh? Oh yeah." she, gracefully, walked to the couch and sat in the same posture she did when they were in the car, this time Vegeta had a much cleared look.

"First, I will ask you, what is your name?" he closed his eyes, so that he may concentrate on what she was saying.

"My name is Bulma. Bulma Briefs to be exact."

Briefs? I know that name from somewhere...I simply can not put my finger on it. He thought.

"And how would you like to be addressed as?"

"Bulma is fine with me, no honorifics are necessary at this time...in fact I would prefer if there were no honorifics at any time."

"And would you like to tell me why you were out in the rain at this hour?"

Bulma was hesitant, there was no way she could tell him her mom kicked her out, because that would lead to her explaining why she got kicked out and worse to her families background.

"I thought you already knew. After all was it not you that said that you saw pain in my eyes? To put it short my family betrayed me in the worst way possible...they stole my boyfriend right before my eyes and..." her sentence was cut off with a sob. Just thinking about it made her want to cry.

Vegeta looked at her, she wasn't telling him the whole truth and he knew it...why was the question and for tonight he would simply leave it as such, but whatever it was he knew that it wasn't good...it never was...nothing good ever happened to him.

"May I ask you a question?" she sniffled.

"You just did."

Bulma rolled her eyes, "May I ask you another question, after this one?"

"Do what you like, woman."

"Why would you invite a total stranger into your home?"

That's a good question, I would love to know the answer myself Vegeta thought.

"Then why don't you tell me about yourself so that way we won't be 'total strangers'" he said rolling his eyes to the obviously standard answer.

Bulma's eyes narrowed as she made a mental note to smack him in the head but, she could help looking at his hair which certainly defied gravity.

He must use a lot of hair gel.

Vegeta caught her looking at his hair, he clenched his teeth together in annoyance.

"Woman!" he shouted, bringing her out of her thoughts. "Tell me, why do you have good posture?"

"Eh?"

"Your posture is too good for a normal woman. It's as if you were trained to be of high class of some sort."

Bulma began to shake, it wasn't everyday someone picked up on her body language. This would be a good time to tell him, after all it seemed that nothing was going to get by him easily. But, she couldn't and she wouldn't.

"My mom made me take classes." she said, "The only way to find a man, is to have great body language, my mom always said" she lied.

For some reason, she couldn't tell him. Maybe it was for her selfish need to be taken care of or maybe she was afraid of how this guy would look at her. She didn't know and ,again, she didn't care. Vegeta grunted as he narrowed his eyes. She was lying. She was lying and she knew it, but he would wait. He would wait to see how this would all play out but, he needed an idea, he needed to know more.

I'll make that idiots wife look her up, get more information. But for now...

"Come, we're going to bed," he said, rising up.

"We?"

"Yes, I was not expecting a house guest and my guest room is not ready, so you will have to sleep in my room for the night."

"But I still have more questions to ask."

"Now what? Have you not asked me enough?" he said, looking Bulma, dead in the eye. Bulma looked away, trying to escape his intense gaze.

"Why me?" she whispered. She felt she had a right to know. A complete stranger wanted to help her exact revenge upon her family, the family that she hated more than anything.

Vegeta knew what she was asking and refused to answer, not now at least, he grabbed her chin and tilted her head to meet his eyes. Her ruby stained lips glossed as she licked them and her blue eyes burned with confusion and lostness. He tilted down and brought his lips down for a peck, he moved his lips to her ear and whispered. Bulma's eyes widened with even more confusion as she heard him walkaway from her and up the stairs, with his infamous smirk planted on his face.

"Because I can..."

Vegeta had stripped himself of his clothed and put on some spandex pants, only spandex pants.

Great. Now I'm going to look like some perverted person, who brings strange women into his house all the time. He groaned in his mind.

His mind kept flashing back to Bulma, why did he pick her? Of all the people he could have chose, a girl that looked like she had came from hell. His thoughts were interuppted when his cell phone began to ring. The sound of the Korean boy band Shinee Ring Ding Dong came on. Already knowing who it was he got even more annoyed.

"Blast you! How dare you change my cellular phone ring without my permission!" he yelled, into the phone.

"Hey come on, it's a good song," his "friend" replied.

"Kakkarot, I have no time for your games."

"Aww, Vegeta. why can't you call me Goku, like everyone else?" Goku whined,

"Since when have I been like everyone else?"

"That's a good point. You called me a couple of minutes ago, what's up?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Oh? What type of favor? Do I get to fight someone? How about food? Will there be a lot of it?

"Be quiet, you idiot! Get that harpy of your to look up a woman. Her mane is Bulma Brief, get back to me in the morning."

"Well ok, but does that mean you will have to do me a favor, right?"

"What do you want?" Vegeta sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Gohan's fifth birthday coming up and Chichi wanted me to invite you. She says that regardless of the fact that she completely hates you...you're practically Gohan's uncle."

"Fine, I'll be there. Good Night."

Vegeta quickly hung up the phone before Goku could finish talking. He heard Bulma coming up the step and slid into bed, he didn't want to face her tonight. He needed to think, to know what her family had done to her so that he may help her... if she needed it. If she wanted revenge he would help her, but he needed to hear her beg for it.

"V-vegeta?" she said, slightly opening the door.

"Hurry up and get in here, you're letting all the warm air out." he commanded.

"Well excuse me!" she closed the door and made her way to bed. She got in and made sure to scoot far away from Vegeta.

I don't even know him, yet my heart beating too fast and I'm not even close to him. Bulma turned around and came into contact with Vegeta's back. Bulma scrunched up into a ball and cuddled into the blanket as she watched Vegeta's back, the thought of her hand leaving love scratched made her blush. Get a grip, once he finds out, he will never take a second glance at you. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about Yamcha, Marron, and her mother. They were probably laughing at her, having a good time. She turned her back to Vegeta and silently cried. Little did she know that Vegeta was still awake, he had to stop himself from turning to her. When he helped her then she would have to deal with the aftermath of it, just like he had so long ago...

"Vegeta!" the image of the woman came back into his mind.

He quickly shut the memory out. He would be damned if he went back to the horrible memory. He shut his eyes and hoped that he could try and get some sleep.

A.N- Alright that's it. I'm hoping you are enjoying this story, I'm actually putting my all into this. Please review, thank you.