.::FOUR::.
As Vegeta stepped out of the shower, he knew the blonde woman had left. He growled under his breath hoping, for her sake, she had finished his dinner before taking off. Vegeta yanked a towel off the rack and began to dry off. Once finished he stretched his tired muscles before sliding into some sweatpants.
Surprisingly the bots had held up. The small spheres took the beating he gave them like champs. The day had flown by, and before he knew it, it was dark outside. When he powered down the chamber the days beating instantly caught up to him, and Vegeta had dropped to the floor faster than a bag of cement. It had taken everything he had to make it up to his room for a recharging shower.
Now Vegeta sat on the bed, back straight, hands on knees, eyes closed. He was waiting for the blue-haired woman to vacate the first floor. Had been for the past thirty minutes but now it was starting to look as if she wasn't leaving. He was resigned to wait it out, but yet another hunger pang rolled through his abdomen, the pain making up his mind and he stood.
He found her in the kitchen the smell of cooked chicken wafting throughout. She was plating the small meats she pulled from the flat top, spearing them onto pointed pieces of wood. She only gave him a quick glance before turning her attention back to chicken.
"I'm almost done," she said.
Vegeta eyed her. Had she prepared this for him? The entire time he'd been here not once had the blue-haired woman cooked a meal, at least not to his knowledge. Vegeta narrowed his eyes, taking in her attire. She wore a form-fitting dress with black high heeled shoes, looking more like a woman of the night more than the daughter of a prominent human on Earth. She looked slutty (a human term he'd learned and found fitting), and Vegeta found he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He'd never seen her in this type of clothing. Usually, she donned oversized t-shirts and jeans. His eyes roamed from her perfectly placed hair to her small breasts down to her petite backside, following down her long legs.
"Alright," she said. "Here you go."
She stepped back and looked over at him. A knowing smirk on her face. He cleared his throat, and mentally shook himself out of his train of thoughts, and took his usual seat at the dining room table. He waited to be served, but when nothing moved out of the kitchen, he spared her a glance. She was still standing where she'd been, arms crossed over her chest, staring at him.
"You better think twice if you believe I'm going to be your servant. I might have made your food, but you can come over here and get it yourself."
Vegeta stood quickly, too quickly for the human to be able to register, the chair scuffing loudly on the wood floor behind him. He was cursing Panchy six ways to hell for leaving him to deal with this defiant smaller version of the woman who waited on him.
"Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that?" he asked as calmly as he could, making his way slowly towards the kitchen.
"Well I know I'm not my mother," she said quickly. "And I know I'm not going to wait on you hand and foot."
He laughed slowly and shook his head at her foolishness.
"Do we need a repeat of what happened last night?" he questioned as he rounded the island. "Or have you forgotten already?"
He saw her swallow as he came close.
"I remember," she said, her voice never wavering.
Vegeta stopped inches from her. To give her some credit, she held her ground.
"I'm not afraid of you, Vegeta," she said looking into his eyes.
He felt her hot breath on his face as she spoke. She slightly flinched when he raised his hand and gently clasped it around her throat. Vegeta felt her pulse pumping violently against his palm as if she were in terror, but the look she gave him spoke otherwise. He raised a brow.
"Looks like I'm going to have to finish the job this time then, huh? Maybe this time you'll learn your lesson."
Vegeta raised his free hand and formed a ball of ki within the center. Her glossy bottom lip trembled, and he smirked, knowing he was getting to her. This time he let her scream.
XxX
Bulma screamed; but not from fear of Vegeta. A white light zoomed in between their faces. It hit Vegeta's hand sending the blue ki he once held towards the ceiling, but thank Kami it dissipated before it made a mess in the kitchen. At once Vegeta let go of Bulma and turned in front of her toward the direction of the white blast. Bulma ducked behind the island and hugged her knees to her chest, heart racing. She closed her eyes praying to everything holy. Then she heard his voice.
"What the hell were you doing, Vegeta?"
Yamcha. It was Yamcha. Bulma looked up at the man beside her. Vegeta clinched his fists together, and the air around him became charged with a strong energy. He was about to pounce on her boyfriend, she knew it. Could feel it deep within her bones. Bulma had to do something but as the thought crossed her mind it was too late, and he attacked.
Bulma jumped to her feet and watched as Vegeta ran and tackled Yamcha sending him flying back into the front door with a loud bang that jarred her teeth. Bulma screamed. Vegeta quickly had Yamcha pinned underneath him punching him in the face while Yamcha tried his best to block what he could with his arms. Bulma watched helplessly as Yamcha attempted to throw Vegeta off of him but it was no use, the alien was way too powerful and the punches kept coming.
"No!" Bulma yelled running over towards the chaos on the ground.
She punched Vegeta in the back with all her might but done more damage to her hand than she did in distracting Vegeta. Somehow Bulma managed to wrap her arms around one of Vegeta's biceps.
"Get. . . off. . . of. . .him!" Bulma said in between grunts as she attempted to pry him from her boyfriend.
Vegeta easily ignored her and continued punching. Anger suddenly rose from deep within, and with a rebel yell Bulma grabbed Vegeta's jet black hair and pulled, his head falling back with her hand. The punching ceased. She backed away slowly as he turned to focus his attention on her, sweat dripping down his face as he took labored breaths. After a moment, Vegeta finally looked away and came to his feet. He returned to the kitchen where he washed his hands free of Yamcha's blood, grabbed the plate of kababs she had prepared, and took a seat at the table.
Bulma could not believe what she was seeing. She couldn't possibly be witnessing Vegeta in the dining room eating. Acting like he just didn't beat the shit out of Yamcha, who, mind you, was on the floor withering in pain. Rage rose within, and Bulma found herself storming into the dining room instead of tending to her boyfriend.
"You bastard," Bulma yelled as she slapped him on the cheek. Vegeta barely flinched. "How dare you do that to him?"
"Hn. He deserved what he got," Vegeta said flatly, never looking at her as he took another bite.
"What?" Bulma couldn't believe his blase` tone.
"Could have been worse," he said. "Now get out of my face before I do the same thing to you."
He looked Bulma dead in the eyes, but then he refocused his attention to the plate of food in front of him. Behind her, Yamcha coughed.
"No wonder everyone hates you," she whispered.
Vegeta froze.
Once finally by her boyfriend Bulma bent down and rubbed her fingers through his hair. His jaw was starting to swell, and the blood was already drying up.
"I have something that can help," she whispered. "Let's go to my room."
Yamcha nodded, and with a little help from Bulma, he was on his feet. Slowly the pair made their way into her room and once behind closed doors Bulma let out a breath of air she didn't realize she'd been holding. She walked over to her nightstand and pulled out out a small brown pouch from the top drawer.
"Here you go," she said handing him a senzu bean.
"How did you get this?" Yamcha asked.
"Goku gave me some for Vegeta if he ever desperately needed them. He didn't want to give them to Vegeta outright, he knew Vegeta wouldn't take them."
She shrugged. "I'm glad Goku gave me 'em."
For more reasons than one, she said silently to herself.
"Me too." Yamcha nodded and tossed the bean into his mouth. After he chewed and swallowed, it took only minutes before the swelling began to go down and the bruising fade away completely. Those things really were amazing.
"I'm going to get cleaned up," he said as he walked into the bathroom. "What time is it? I don't want to miss our reservations."
"You still want to go? After what just happened?" Bulma questioned.
"I'm sure," Yamcha said without looking at her, then he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. His ego bruised.
When she heard the water running in the sink, Bulma flopped back on her unmade bed. What a night it already was and it was only a little after eight thirty. Her mind spun with the events.
"Do you have a shirt of mine around here somewhere?" Yamcha called from within the confines of the bathroom. "This one has blood on it."
"Yeah. There's like two hanging in my closet," Bulma stated flatly.
She withheld an audible groan. Bulma honestly couldn't believe Yamcha was still up for going out after getting his head smashed in tonight. Vegeta was right, it really could have been worse, and Yamcha had been lucky it was only a facial beating. But then again what did she expect from her boyfriend. The famous baseball player. Bulma suspected that even if she hadn't had a senzu bean on hand, he still would have insisted on going out tonight. Though it wasn't like she was going to tell him about her concerns, which in fact, concerned her. Yamcha was her boyfriend after all. Shouldn't boyfriends and girlfriends tell each other how they felt?
While Yamcha was changing into a clean shirt, Bulma looked out her window and down at the gravity chamber to make sure it was up and running. With the gravity chamber's lights on and the door closed Bulma let out a sigh of relief and the two made their way downstairs. Yamcha led her out the front door (which now had a decent sized dent) and over toward his brand new hovercar.
"Yamcha! When did you get this?" Bulma asked.
"Just the other day." He said with a grin. "I wanted to surprise you."
"Well consider me surprised!" And she meant it. "This the new T-180x Model, isn't it? You know I'm going to have to take a look under the hood later right?"
"Already considered it," he said with a laugh as he held the door open for her.
Once in, Yamcha rounded the vehicle and sat down in the driver seat with a real smile on his face now. He started the engine, and the two were off, their fingers laced together.
Updated: 8/12/18
