Bulma lay in her bedroom, back against her headboard, reading a book. Vegeta was in her bathroom taking a shower after his last 2 hours of training. Bulma was pleased that he had just wanted to liberate some anxiety from their chat, and not gone through with his typical 8 hour, severe workout sessions.
He walked out of the bathroom, mist exploding from the doorway behind him. He wore a pair of black, silk pajama pants and no top, which Bulma smiled at. His hair was what caused Bulma to start giggling.
"What's your problem?" Vegeta asked, looking at her oddly.
"Your hair is my problem." She giggled.
"Why? What's wrong with it?" He asked, crawling over her and kissing her nose.
"Nothing's wrong with it… I'm just not used to it being down…" She laughed and ran her hands through his wet locks. "It's really kinda cute."
"Really?"
"Yeah… and sure, I love your gravity defying look, but this one is much less… intimidating." She kissed him softly and smiled at him. "I like it."
He smiled back. "I don't, but… my only reason is because it's such a pain to put back up…" He laid next to her and closed his eyes. "I'm tired as hell…"
She scooted down and laid on her side, facing him. "Vegeta…" She said quietly, resting her hand on his chest.
"Yes, Bulma?" He took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"I love you." She whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek afterwards.
"I love you too, Bulma."
She smiled. "You mean it?"
"Yes Bulma… I mean it."
