Bulma heard someone knock on her door, and she raced to see who it was, but her mother beat her to it. Mrs. Briefs opened the door, "Oh my! Such a handsome young man!" She exclaimed. Vegeta looked uncomfortable, "Uh... I came to see Bulma." He explained. "Mom! Quit terrorizing him!" Bulma shrieked. Mrs. Briefs giggled, "Sorry dear! I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything!" She walked into the kitchen. Bulma shook her head, "Come on, hurry to my room be fore she comes back out." She whispered. Vegeta didn't argue, following her to her room. Bulma shut the door behind her.
Vegeta raised his eyebrow at her, "Your parents don't care if we're in here? Alone? With the door closed?" He asked. Bulma rolled her eyes, "Thier completely oblivious, anyway, it's not like we're gonna fuck or anything." She explained. Vegeta nodded, and pulled a laptop from his backpack. He sat on her bed, "So what are we looking up exactly?" He asked. Bulma looked at his laptop, "Oh, Uhh, I don't know, look up how normal guns work, and I'll try to find a energy source for it.
Vegeta typed furiously on his computer, looking at many different websites. "Oh! Look at this." Vegeta called, Bulma crawled up behind him, putting her head next to his, "That looks useful, email it to me." She advised. Vegeta copied the information, and went to his mail, "I need your email." He said. Bulma leaned over him, and typed in her email.
Vegeta looked over at her, they looked into each others eyes, and leaned towards each other. Mrs. Briefs opened the door, and the teens jumped apart. She put a plate of cookies on Bulma's nightstand, and left. Vegeta gulped, "Okay, I emailed it." He said awkwardly. Bulma cleared her throat and checked her compter. "T-Thanks." She mumbled. Vegeta grunted. They stayed quiet for a time, until Vegeta broke the silence. "I should be leaving soon." He told her. Bulma nodded, "Hang on, hand me your phone." She ordered. Vegeta knew better to argue, and handed her his phone. She typed in her phone number, and gave it back to him. "Text me." She commanded. Vegeta smirked and nodded, "See you later, Briefs." He called as he walked outside. Bulma smiled, "Later 'Geta." She called back.
Her phone buzzed, Geta? Really? It read. Bulma smiled, It's cute! (Winky face)
I'm not cute.
Whatever you say, 'Geta.
Quit calling me that!
Can't Geta.
(Middle finger emoji)
That's no way to talk to a lady!
You're not a lady.
Uh huh. I saw you staring at my boobs!
I did not!
Sure.
I'm cutting my phone off now.
You won't.
Watch me.
Bulma scowled, and tried to call him, strait to voicemail. "That jerk!" She shrieked. She went upstairs, and threw herself down on the bed.
VEGETA
CUT
YOUR
PHONE
ON
NOW
OR
I
WILL
HUNT
YOU
DOWN
AND
MAKE
YOU
WOMAN CHILL OUT!
So you cut your phone back on?
Shut up, I'm going to sleep.
This early?
Yes.
Goodnight
Night
Bulma put her phone down, and changed into her night clothes, "Tommorow is Friday, thank god!" She told herself. She curled up in her bed and fell into a peaceful sleep, and dreamt of a certain spiky haired boy.
Bulma pulled up at school, and stepped out of her car. She walked inside, and found Vegeta asleep on a bench. She snickered, and snuck up behind him. She grabbed his shoulders, "Rah!" She yelled. Vegeta jumped up, "Goddamnit! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He demanded. Bulma simply laughed harder. "Hahahahaha! You s-should have hahaha seen it! Hahahahahahahaha!" She giggled. Vegeta growled, "I fucking hate you!" He fumed. Bulma smiled, "Aww! You know you love me." She cooed. Vegeta scowled, "In your dreams!" He hissed. Bulma rolled her eyes, "Get over it 'Geta, I got you breakfast." She said. Vegeta scoffed, "Don't call me that-omff!" Bulma shoved a biscuit in his mouth. Vegeta glared at her and ate the biscuit. "I'm gonna get you back for that." He warned.
Bulma smiled, "That's great! Anyway, you look hot. Expecting anyone?" She asked with a wink, and she realized her eyebrows. Vegeta scowled, "No! I just threw on the first things I saw!" He defended. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off all his muscles, and he had dark blue jeans, and black army boots. He also had two army tags around his neck. He noticed Bulma looking at them. Vegeta sighed, "Thier my moms. They're the last thing I have left of her. She, Er, died in service, last year, that's why we moved here." He explained. Bulma placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Oh, I'm so sorry." She said. Vegeta shrugged, "It's okay now. I mean, I still have my dad." He mumbled. Bulma moved her hand down to stroke his arm gently, "That must've been hard," she frowned. Vegeta sighed, "Yeah, Well, best to just not talk about it." He cleared his throat. Bulma pulled her arm back.
"Hey Bulma!" Goku called. Bulma looked over at him, "Son-kun!" She exclaimed. Goku smiled, "I haven't seen you in forever! How come you stopped coming to practice?" He asked. Bulma shrugged, "With Yamcha there, it'll be really awkward." She explained. Goku nodded, "Who's this?" He asked, gesturing to Vegeta. "Oh! That's Vegeta. Goku, Vegeta. Vegeta, Goku." She introduced them. Goku smiled, "Hi! You look pretty tough, you should join the team!" The taller boy suggested. Vegeta frowned, "What team?" He asked. "Our Martial Arts team. We're called the dragons." Goku explained. Vegeta looked in surprise at Bulma, "You do Martial Arts?" He asked. Bulma shook her head rapidly, "God no! I just go because everyone else does!" She explained. Vegeta nodded. "Well, I'll think about it." He decided.
It was later, and everyone was in gym, (Everyone including Goku, Vegeta, Bulma, Yamcha, Chi-Chi, Krillin). They were playing dodgeball. They separated into two teams. At last, it was just Bulma and Vegeta against Goku, Krillin, and Yamcha. "I can't get her out! That's just mean!" Yamcha explained. "You've got to man! It's the game!" Goku pushed. "I can't!" Yamcha argued.
"Can we get on with this already?!" Vegeta called from the other side. Goku sighed, "Sorry Bulma!" Goku yelled as he chucked a ball at her. Bulma yelped, waiting for it to hit her. It never did. She peeked her eyes open to see a muscular arm in front of her face, it finally registered with her that Vegeta had caught the ball. She looked into his dark eyes, "Uh, Thanks?" She mumbled. Vegeta smirked, "Don't mention it." He replied. "Son! You're out!" Coach yelled. Vegeta reeled back and launched the ball at Yamcha. It hit him in the face, sending him flying backwards. Krillin ran to inspect his teammate. "His nose is bleeding! Someone get him to the nurse!" Krillin ordered. Bulma snickered and gave Vegeta a high five.
Krillin gulped as he stood there in front of Vegeta. "Umm... I give up!" He declared, walking off. Bulma squealed, "Yes we won! I never beat Son-kun!" She laughed. Vegeta rolled his eyes, "You're such a child." He stated. "No, I'm just awesome." She decided. Vegeta scowled, "Yeah, that's one word for it." He grumbled. Bulma frowned, and punched him in the arm, "Jerk!" She yelled.
"Bitch!"
"Dick!"
"That I have!" Vegeta laughed. Bulma shrieked in annoyance and stomped off.
Hey you doing anything today? Bulma texted Vegeta.
No. Why?
Wanna come over?
I don't have anything better to do.
K, see you.
K.
Vegeta knocked on the door. "I'VE GOT IT MOM!" Bulma yelled, racing down the stairs. She wrenched open the door, panting. "Hey." She breathed. Vegeta raised an eyebrow, "Are you Alright?" He asked. "Bulma dear do you have company?" A male voice asked from the kitchen. Bulma let Vegeta in, "Yeah, met Vegeta. Vegeta this is my dad." She explained. Vegeta nodded, "Nice to meet you sir." He said. "Ahh, the pleasure is all mine! My boy, won't you join us for breakfast?" He offered. Bulma shook her head, "I don't think-" she started. Vegeta grinned, "I would love to." He interrupted.
Bulma whispered in his ear, "I didn't think you had so much manners." She whispered. Vegeta smirked, "I don't." He replied simply. Bulma snorted. "Okay kids! Dig in!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed. Vegeta piled his plate, and wolfed it all down in a matter of seconds. Bulma stared in amazement as he shoved two whole pancakes in his mouth. "Wow." She whispered. Vegeta frowned, "You should eat you know, it'll get cold." He scolded. Bulma's eyes narrowed, and he winked at her. Bulma kicked him underneath the table. "It was delicious Ma'am." He complimented, kissing Mrs. Briefs hand. Mrs. Briefs giggled, "What a nice young man!" She blushed. Vegeta grinned, and Bulma grabbed him by the shoulders, dragging him upstairs.
"What was that?!" She demanded. Vegeta frowned, "I was being polite!" He defended. "It seemed like you were trying to woo my mother!" She hissed. Vegeta smirked, "I was just being polite! What are you, jealous?" He teased.