Lifting her heavy lashes from the burdening sun, Bulma was rubbing her forehead trying to massage away the hangover from her alcohol consumption last night. "What on earth happened last night?" It suddenly dawned on her as she recollected her memory 'no way,' she thought to herself, 'it was simply a dream.' Though last night was quite lucid, she could not believe such thing would come from Vegeta. It had been a year and a half since Vegeta lived with her, and even though they saw each other every day, they hardly ever conversed with each other. Bulma was always busy with her work, and Vegeta was consistently focused on his training. The only times they would ever bump into each other was when they were ready to retire for the night to their rooms, which also, just so happens to face each other. Only then would she wish him a goodnight, but even then, he would never reciprocate, and eventually she stopped talking to him all together.
Skimming her fingers over her lips, Bulma looked across from her bed towards the small counter, she realized she had fallen asleep in her yacht, and by the looks of the empty Batard Montrachet, it was no wonder why she was experiencing such a blasted headache. "Oh god what time is it?" Rubbing her face as she turned on her phone to check the time, not only was she late for her teaching rounds at the hospital, but there were also voicemail's and messages from Yamcha who had been trying to reach her after the event.
Slowly getting up and recovering from last night, Bulma decided that she would quickly shower, wash her hair, get dressed and head to work. She was the senior physician leader on call for the week, and there will be many patients who are waiting to be seen, therefore she must be there to triage them appropriately as there are many physicians and residents who were counting on her.
Quickly changing into her silk blouse and business pants, she stepped into her heels and walked straight to her car. While stepping into her black Maserati, her cellphone was vibrating. Trying hard to be strong, Bulma ignored it, and headed to work.
Good morning Dr Briefs, her assistant greets her with a pile of paperwork. Bulma acknowledged her with a smile and walked straight into her messy office. She turned on the lights and was greeted by Yamcha who was sitting in one of her office chairs across her desk waiting for her.
"I was waiting for you." He looked at her while waiting for a response. Any response would do, he knew he did her wrong, but he was only human and humans make mistakes…right?
"What are you doing here Yamcha?" Bulma softly spoke to him; she was tired and simply defeated. "It is quite clear that a choice was made, and that choice would no longer include me in your life any longer."
Running his hands through his hair and letting out a huge sigh "I am sorry, I know what I have done and I take full responsibility for my actions, I am so sorry Bulma, I really do love you." Reaching his hands to hold her, he was abruptly pushed away; "Don't touch me, don't fucking touch me you dirty, selfish son of a bitch." She snapped back and took a few steps backwards.
"I loved you, how could you do this to me?"
"Yeah, you know what; I guess I am just a selfish son of bitch. You were always busy and you were never there when I needed you the most. I am sick and tired, everywhere I go, I am a shadow to your person. You never needed me, every time we are together, your thoughts would always be preoccupied with Vegeta."
'Vegeta….she thought to herself and the vivid memories from last night. Lightly skimming her hands over her lips, her thoughts were interrupted by Yamcha's constant talking-"I am sick and tired of that man living in the same space as you-"
"Yamcha, you know what, despite at times my attention is divided with Vegeta, I would never consider doing anything to harm our relationship, and if that is how you feel, then you and I must not know each other very well. Vegeta is my friend and I treat all my friends the same…" Her pager went off reminding her that she is still currently at work.
"I have to go, this is not a good time, consider this our last conversation." with that, Bulma confidently walked passed Yamcha and exited her office.
Walking down the halls to her destination, Bulma slightly skimmed her fingers over her lips again as she slowed her pace, 'do I have feelings for Vegeta-' "Dr Briefs! How are you?" her thoughts were once again interrupted by her colleague, Trevor.
"Dr Briefs, we are all heading out tonight to the High Level Lounge downtown, you must join us this time."
She didn't want to go out though, especially with what happened just now, she wanted to be in the comfort of her own home, relax and forget about everything that happened. But at the same time, maybe going out is not a bad idea. It has been awhile since she has done anything sporadic, maybe, and hopefully, by going out, she would be able to clear her mind, dress up and start fresh again.
"Sure, I will see you all there at 7:30." With that she powered walked away to see her next patient.
It was 5 o'clock once she arrived home; she kicked off her heels and sprang upstairs while trying to complete her dictations on her Dictaphone.
"A valve-sparing aortic root replacement was performed today in my clinic-"
"Watch where you are going woman."
As quickly as she was there, she was gone "sorry Vegeta, I cannot talk right now, I have to get ready to go out, but I will see you later tonight!"
'Going out?' he thought to himself, she never goes out, and where on Earth is she going out to? She can't go out, who is going to prepare his meal? What is he going to eat? What if something breaks down? What is he supposed to do? Vegeta was following after her in through the long corridor leading to her bedroom he notices her door was not shut properly, grabbing the door handle ready to barge in, he notices something else, his breath hitched.
She was slowly unbuttoning her blouse from behind and sliding it off her upper torso, and then both her hands moving on to her pants, as she slid them them off slowly. Soon all her clothes were puddled down through her toned legs and slender feet. She looked beautiful to say the least. Her hair was settled on her back with soft curls bouncing around her feminine shoulders, her arms so slim as they moved to swoop her hair to the side of her face. Her body was exposed to his naked eyes. She was gorgeous.
He has resorted to being a peeping tom now he thought internally to himself. 'What is wrong with me?' To be clear, no woman has ever seduced him quite like Bulma has. She was certainly elegant for an earth woman. She was definitely charming, delicate and exquisite in her ways. She lacks gracefulness in certain areas, however that can be taught. 'Wait, what am I saying?' again he thought internally to himself. Looking up, she had finished dressing and she was wearing a fitted black dress with a low dip revealing her creamy and lean back.
"Where do you think you're going woman? Your place is here at home, in the kitchen, now get yourself out of that hideous thing you are wearing and cook me some food."
Laughing at his uncouthness, while putting on her earrings , "Vegeta, what are you talking about? You have always cooked your own meals, remember? You were always afraid that I would poison and take advantage of you?"
'Oh' he has now resorted to this level with un-kept anxiety pulsing through his body.
"And besides, I haven't gone out in a while and I need to be out right now with my friends. I will be back a little later, but I will be back." She gave him a soft smile and slipped out the doorway heading to the front entrance of their home. Before stepping into her high heels, she gave him a small kiss on his cheek, "see you later my prince." With that, she was gone. Once again, and too many times to count, he had let her go.