Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters.
Vegeta lay on his bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling. He knew that there was nothing there, but he stared anyway. He sighed and rolled off one side of the bed. He stood up and walked over to his dresser and picked up a thin silver chain with a large pendent on it. The pendent was a circle of pure silver adorned with a ruby. The ruby shone with peerless beauty as he gently tilted it back and forth in the moon light. It was the only thing he had to remember his past life and his home.
There was a knock on his door and Bunny popped her head in.
"Vegeta, dear, dinner's ready!" she said cheerfully.
"I'll be out in a second." he growled.
"Oh, and would you be a dear and go get Bulma and Yamcha?" she added.
Vegeta hesitated, and then quickly replied "Whatever..." he said, carefully placing the pendent on the dresser. He grabbed a clean shirt out of the bottom drawer and pulled it on over his head. He looked at his watch. It was already 8:46 pm and they were just starting to eat dinner.
He groaned, he hated to go get Bulma and Yamcha. They were always on the verge on making-out when he went to get them. As he neared the door to her room he heard escalating shouts. He stood beside the door and listened. There was Bulma and her loud mouth and Yamcha with some kind of smart comeback. Vegeta smirked, and shook his head, black hair swishing. They bickered like an old married couple. Vegeta pushed open the door to them screaming. Vegeta couldn't stand when people screamed. He slammed the door shut. Bulma whipped around, mouth open as if to say something.
"Ahem, dinners ready." Vegeta said in a normal tone of voice.
"Can't you see we're trying to talk here?!" Yamcha shouted at him.
"Oh you were?! I'm so sorry for being so rude! You go right ahead." Vegeta shouted, smirking all the while.
"Why you son ov' a--." Yamcha started to say.
"Yamcha, I think you should leave." Bulma said interrupting him.
Yamcha just glared at her. "You know what? I'm leaving and I never want to see your sorry ass again." Yamcha said opening the door.
Vegeta pushed the door shut. "Come on man, I'm not screw' in with you any more." Yamcha said, half shouted.
Vegeta smirked. "Oh, but I'm just getting started." Vegeta said inching toward him.
Yamcha stepped back, but he also stepped into a corner. "If I ever catch you near this house or near Bulma ever again I'm gonna do a lot worse things than screw with you." Vegeta said, his face just inches from Yamcha's. Yamcha tried to look angry. "O...Ok" Yamcha said. "You're leaving…right now!" Vegeta said as he pulled Yamcha by the collar and shoved him out the door.
He flashed a smile at Bulma who was scared to death. "Ladies first." he said moving from the door way. Bulma walked past him quickly. He closed the door behind him and started off down the hall walking between Bulma and Yamcha. When they got to the kitchen, Dr. Briefs was already sitting down and Bunny was pulling a dish from the oven.
"Hello Yamcha, dear!" Bunny said cheerfully. Yamcha didn't reply. "Will you be joining us for dinner?" she asked hopefully
. "N…No I won't. Sorry." he said meekly. "Alright, some other time then?" she asked. Yamcha looked at Vegeta who was already eating. "Yes, maybe some other time." he said. "Night Dr. and Mrs. Briefs." he said and walked out to the front door.
Bulma picked at her food. Vegeta watched her and frowned. What had they been fighting about? He wondered. He ate his fill then helped Bunny dry dishes.
He walked soundlessly down the dark halls of the house. He stopped in front of Bulma's door and listened intently. Nothing. He soundlessly opened the door. There lay Bulma on her cloud like bed huddled under the flannel blankets. There was no sound other than her curtains rustling in the cool breeze. He knew he shouldn't be in her room, but he walked over to the window and closed it. Then as he turned to leave there was Bulma, standing behind him. He knew what would happen next. He opened his mouth to explain.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" she asked. Vegeta blinked in confusion.
"The moon." Bulma said, leaning on the window seal.
"Oh. Yeah, the full moon is always the most beautiful." he replied.
"Hmm…" she sighed and smiled. "Thanks…for earlier..." she said blushing.
"Neh." he said briskly.
Bulma cocked her head and stared at him. She hadn't ever really looked at Vegeta this close before, or she did not care to look at him when they had been this close. He was sort of handsome…and not to mention strong. She admired the way he stood six feet tall even though he was just over five and a half. She looked at his perfectly carved abs and statuesque calves. Vegeta turned his head and met her gaze.
"Something wrong?" he asked, his forehead creasing slightly.
"Uh… um no, just staring off into space." she said smiling.
A/N: Heh. I love Vegeta so much! He catches everything and nothing. So here's the DL on this story, I recently got back into my DBZ fan girl mode after a anime club meeting yesterday in which me Rufus spent the entire time talking about how some character from Ragnarok sounded like Piccolo which led to the discussion of how there aren't enough stories that show Vegeta's mental capabilities and his genuine care for Bulma's well being. And then I came home and I typed this for some reason. Oo Wow. I hope this makes sense, because I'm still on Poland time!
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