Alright! Chapter Two! Thanks so much to all the people who reviewed last time. It really does mean a lot to us authors to know what people think about our work. So for all the people who reviewed, this one's for you! J
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Yet Another Sayjiin Love Story
Bulma made her way across the compound, a gleeful (and somewhat malicious) smirk on her face. Oh, how good it felt to get the best of Vegeta! That incredibly obnoxious man, who thought he was Kami's gift to the universe! She hoped that their little conversation had brought captain ego down a notch or two. She may not be able to beat him physically, but she could darn sure challenge him mentally.
She went on thinking like this, giving herself mental pats on the back for being on her toes this morning in the dining area. Ha! Maybe that Vegeta would think twice about making fun of her again! That sort of thing.
Once again she was back at her desk in the lab, and was a little sorry to be there. Not that she didn't enjoy her work, but she had been there all night for crying out loud! Maybe she should take a longer break. Breakfast wasn't enough. She reached for her coffee mug.
It wasn't there. Oops! She'd left it in the kitchen, and because her argument with Vegeta had been the only thing occupying her mind while she was there (and, admittedly, after she had left) she had completely forgotten to refill her mug and get herself some breakfast.
Bulma walked over to the window and looked uneasily over toward the house. Did she really want to go back to kitchen? Vegeta might not be finished with his breakfast yet, and she didn't really want to risk another confrontation. Not that she didn't think she wouldn't win it but… Could Vegeta be angry with her? Might he want a little payback? Bulma wouldn't blame him if he did; she would if Vegeta had said those kinds of things to her! Better give it some time to cool. Instead she could just go down the street and get some food at the little shop there. Yes, that was a good idea. And, by this point, she really was starting to get hungry.
Bulma grabbed her coat and headed for the door.
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Vegeta had just finished his breakfast (both of the platters, plus two chocolate donuts, a cup of cocoa, and a glass of milk J) and was headed out the door. He couldn't train directly after he had eaten, it gave him horrible stomach cramps (not that he couldn't handle the pain, he just got more out of his training when he was at his complete best), so he made his way over to a stately elm that was on the Briefs property. He liked to sit there after meals and observe the people walking by. The particular branch he enjoyed happened to hang directly over the sidewalk that went past Capsule Corporation. People where always coming and going down it, and since no one ever bothered to look up, he could enjoy a sense of invisibility while still being able to overlook the busy little walkway. He never ceased to be amused by humans. There was always something interesting about watching these people just walk by. Some people dressed funny, (AN: How can he judge how people dress? He has no sense of earth fashion! Remember when they met future Trunks? PINK shirt and YELLOW pants?! Bulma, what where you thinking when you made him wear that? Even I'm not THAT cruel!! And Vegeta, why would you even agree to wearing something so atrocious?! *Ahem*, sorry. I'm done with my spiel.), and some of the younger ones walked around with strange contraptions over their head, loud music blaring into their ears. (AN: Eh, hee-hee, guilty!) Other people walked their animals around out here, mostly dogs and cats, but one older woman he frequently saw had small, golden monkey that she walked with a leash. (AN: Wouldn't it be cool to have a monkey? Okay, I'm sorry! Last authors note until the end, I swear!)
This is where Vegeta happened to be when Bulma was making her way back to the compound after buying a bagel and late from Java Jive, a little café down the street. It was still fairly early, and there weren't many people walking along the sidewalk. Bulma, just like everyone else, didn't bother to look up, so Vegeta noticed her first.
A wicked grin spread across his face. Pay back time! He thought.
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Bulma was busy fiddling with the top on her latte. Why where these things so gosh darn hard to open? Did these people not want the customer to drink their coffee? She growled in annoyance, tugging harder at the plastic. It ripped open suddenly and sloshed over the side, her hand, and then to the ground. Bulma yelped in pain. She glared at the Styrofoam cup, as if it had been all it's own fault. Then she sighed.
At least it didn't get on my cloths.
Suddenly she heard a thump behind her. With a startled squeal she whirled around, sloshing the hot coffee over her hand again. She gave a small yell of pain and abruptly dropped the cup.
"Damn it Vegeta!" She glared hard at him, and then looked down at the icky sight of her cup, lying in pool of hot coffee.
"That was my latte you made spill all over my hand! That hurt! And then you made me drop it too, you stupid jerk!"
Vegeta cocked an eyebrow.
"It isn't my fault if you're startled so easily. Besides, you dropped the cup, not me, it's your own fault."
Bulma's face reddened in anger.
"Listen up pal, YOU startled me by jumping out of that tree, what the hell where you doing up there anyway? You like to scare strangers?" She shook her head and put her hand up to her temple while closing her eyes. Before Vegeta could reply, she continued.
"No, I don't care. But because you scared me I spilled my coffee, then I dropped it, it's a reaction to pain. So, indirectly, it was your fault, you obnoxious son of a bitch."
Vegeta glared at her. Then he turned his head sideways and stuck his nose in the air.
"Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? What does it matter who spilled your insignificant drink? Can't you get another?"
She opened her eyes to glare at him.
"Oh, sure. Get another one. Well I don't want another one! I wanted that one!" She pointed to the sorry puddle of cooling liquid on the pavement.
Vegeta couldn't believe this woman. What the hell was her problem? It was just a cup of coffee for kami's sake! He shot her a nasty grin.
"I hope you have a straw then, that's the only way you'll be enjoying this beverage!"
With a wicked cackle he started to walk past her. Bulma whirled around and grabbed his arm. Surprised, he turned back to face her.
"You! You did this on purpose! To get back at me for earlier!" She accused him angrily.
Vegeta snorted.
"Don't insult me woman! If I had wanted to get back at you, don't you think I'd come up with something a little more hard hitting than spilled coffee?"
Bulma was practically seething. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Vegeta suddenly burst out laughing.
"It's not funny!" Bulma yelled at him. He looked down at her and cracked a small smile. His voice softening, he said to her,
"Silly girl, why are you so upset? It's just a cup of coffee. Didn't your mother ever teach you that 'It's no use crying over spilled milk'? Isn't this the same concept?"
Bulma was still glowering. Vegeta sighed and tried again.
"If it means so much to you I'll apologize."
It was Bulma's turn to be surprised. Apologize? Vegeta? All she could do was give him a blank stare. Vegeta chuckled.
"I'm sorry. There. Does that make it better?" He grinned at her, and then turned around and walked back toward Capsule Corp. Bulma just stood there, dumfounded. Vegeta had just apologized to her. What the hell was going on? She started to feel a little uncomfortable.
Without turning around, Vegeta suddenly called, "But that doesn't get you off the hook woman! I'm still going to punish you for your impudence earlier, so don't let your guard down!"
Bulma sighed in relief. Still the same old Vegeta. She slid back into her comfort zone.
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Vegeta hadn't been sure what he was going to do when he slipped out of that tree. But still, that had gone rather well. He laughed to himself. That woman was insane! All that fuss over such a little thing as coffee. He shook his head.
Earthlings…
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Bulma went into the kitchen, it was safe now, and Vegeta was back in his gravity machine. She didn't know why she had gotten so upset. It was probably because it was Vegeta that had done it to her; she didn't want him getting the best of her. It was a constant struggle that she tried her best to stay on top of. Whatever. She sighed and poured herself some coffee.
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Hey! What did you guys think? Please let me know! In the meantime, while your are all enjoying this and reviewing (like I KNOW you will!), I'm going to be busy on the next chapter. Oky-days?
Love,
~Bulma Chan~