In this chapter, you'll find that the mighty and cold Vegeta is becoming somewhat soft on Bulma. Does this mean that feelings are devising? Read on.
Realize Part Four-Getting To Know You
Vegeta gradually journied ascending the stairs to Bulma's room. He was reluctant on this whole concept anyhow but he was willing to do it if he received more respect. Vegeta creaked open the door that squeaked as it was unfastened. Bulma was found wrapped up in her white sheets, snoozing away in her dreams. Vegeta was somewhat embarassed and nervous that he was going to watch Bulma at least until he went to bed for the night. What would entertain them both? Bulma was sick and ill people stay in bed, do wordsearches, and watch television all day-just about. It was almost like some crazy play date between toddlers but it was a grown-up matter.
There was a wooden chair nearby the bed Bulma cuddled in peacefully and Vegeta entered the room and seated himself there. He crossed his arms, shot down his eyebrows, and looked away with a grunt. This would mean that he would have to sit there all bored to death until Bulma had awoke from her nap. That's what Bulma's been doing the past few days-sleeping and eating and drinking very little in between. She was seen watching t.v. at times, but that was largely rare.
To Vegeta's luck, Bulma began unfastening her eyes with a twinkle in the ocean blue eyes of hers. Bulma broke a grin on her mouth as she made out the figure of Vegeta. The truth was, she was now growing deeply fond of him. Yes, he does snap at her every time she greets him but, on the other hand, there was something there that sparked Bulma's massive interest in him. She rose from her resting position.
''Hey, Vegeta,'' she greeted happily, forgetting all that happened five days ago. ''You've been a quiet mouse lately. What's up?''
Vegeta was about to give his answer in a cold way but was way too stressed to even answer that in that path. Instead, he replied, ''Nothing much. Just training like always.''
''Yeah. I've been sick like always. Well, not always but for the past few days.'' Bulma rested her head back on her pillow and gazed up at the blank, white ceiling. It was when Vegeta sighed heavily that Bulma turned to him and predicted that maybe he was going to say something out of his usual conversation.
''You wanna tell me something?'' Bulma inquired the concentrating prince. His eyelids clenched as he shook slightly. Another sigh escaped from his mouth as he answered, ''Yes. I've been thinking, Woman. I've never said anything like this in my whole life and I think I hurt you real bad but I'm...''
''Apology accepted,'' Bulma gladly said.
''You knew what I was going to say? I didn't even say it yet and you're actually saying that you accept my apology after that bad hit I gave you in the hip?''
''Sure, silly. I can't hold a grudge against anyone. It's out of my ordinary. And I'm sorry that I called you a doofus.''
''Whatever. But just don't call me any other insulting names ever again, understood?''
''All right.''
Vegeta turned from Bulma's face, looked to the direction of the door, and grinned. Bulma glanced at him, cocked an eyebrow for a second, and grinned with him.
''Wow, Vegeta. You're actually smiling. I've never seen you're smile before.''
The prince's eyes grew wide and stared at the blue-haired woman like a hawk. A rose tint of blush was plastered on his face seconds later. What's happening to me? I just said ''sorry'' to a weakling and I'm becoming a soft freak. This can't be! Am I becoming fond of Woman or is just me?
''Um...yeah, whatever.''
Silence lurked around Vegeta and Bulma. It was was uncomfortable although peaceful along with it. The two peered at one another's facial feature and turn away in nervousness. It came to the point that one of the them had to cease and the brave Vegeta was the one to do so.
''Um...what should...we do?'' The very irritating feeling of Vegeta's blush grew bigger. Bulma giggled a tiny bit and remarked, ''You're Mr.Blushy today, Vegeta. And it's cute on you.''
''Cu..cu...cute? There's nothing cute that I am about! I'm strong and powerful and not cute!''
''Okay. Sorry if I called you that. It was just a compliment. Oh freaking gosh! I'm so bored! I wish I weren't sick!''
''Stop your wining. It could be worse,'' Vegeta snapped, his blush disappearing not even close to full capacity.
''Whatever. Excuse me.'' Bulma speeded to the rest room and Vegeta cringed as he heard that drasted noise once more. It always ticked his ears and heart for an odd reason and he left the room for a few moments. He heard the running of the sink water and the swishing in Bulma's mouth. The woman moaned sickly as she layed herself back in bed.
''Vegeta, you can come back in.''
''Whatever. Just don't get me sick, okay?''
''Okay.''
Vegeta reentered the room and seated himself on the wooden chair. He held his head in his hands. ''Oh, Lord have mercy!'' he whispered, too quiet for Bulma to even make out.
''Seriously, Woman. I don't know what we can do to entertain ourselves. I'm healthy, you're ill. There is no way we're gonna make it through the day.''
''Yes we can. We can just talk.''
Vegeta looked reluctant on the concept but gave in and said, ''Okay. We'll talk.''
So they did. They exchanged virtue traits they owned and told of likes and dislikes. It was as if two children in a new school classroom were becoming friends. Concepts were brought up that the two fought over but just got over the subject momentarily. The two even realized how stubborn they're both in a conversation but they kept their conclusions to themselves for they wished not to admit it. Talking made the couple's way to four pm and no other suggestions were voiced for a few moments until Bulma had an idea.
''What about we watch some tv?'' Bulma inquired so to make certain that it was Vegeta's desire also.
''Sure. There's nothing to else to do anyway,'' the prince replied.
Bulma took her remote from her black night stand beside her bed and turned on the television. She flicked through many channels until one particular station grasped her interest. It was some kind of channel that showed music videos all throughout the day. The male announcer informed anyone who was viewing the channel at this time that nice, soothing, love songs would be shown continuously today. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow for he was a bit creeped out by love songs. That gushy feeling was delievered to his heart in which made it pound and beat faster than what it's regularly pacing itself by. According to Bulma, love songs made her happy and calm when she is enraged.
Vegeta stated,''We're actually going to watch this crap, Woman?''
''Vegeta, it's very enlighting, don't you think? Or is it that guys can't confess they like it?''
''I'll tell you my confession-it's crazy and crappy and I can't take it!''
''Hey, just listen to one and see how you feel, okay?''
Vegeta got into his mad position but calmed himself and replied, ''One and that's it.''
''Thanks.''
On the two listened. Bulma's ears were tuned to the fullest of curiousity as Vegeta's weren't even excited in the sound. The song the two listened to was called Promise in which was sang by the artist, Ciara. Bulma had heard of it previously and fell in love with it. She could even listen to it all day if she desired because of her massive fondness of it. Vegeta, on the other hand, did agree with Bulma so little. He was still angry that watching her took up the precious time of training, but the song enlightened his nerves to stop throbbing of pain. His fists unclenched and the vains that were shown on his temples disappeared. Vegeta didn't even realize that he was smiling, closing his eyes, and humming the words to the song. Bulma's eyes were more wider than ever before for she knew Vegeta's crazy, but unique personality. She giggled sweetly and Vegeta unfastened his eyelids at the sound of it as it went slowly through his ears.
''You're laughing again. What's it for now?''
''Didn't you even realize that you were humming the song? You were even smiling. I won't say the ''C'' word again, but I wanna say that you've been the most calm I've ever seen you all day. You haven't answered me coldly or ranted or raved. What changed you?''
There goes that ''stupid'' blush again, as Vegeta would put it. Like hot steam, it invaded his cheeks as his eyes were focused on Bulma's beautiful ones. The blush was invincible and Vegeta wasn't able to shake it off.
''Um...I was just...in a good mood today.''
''Does that mean you're gonna be more nice to me, then?''
Bulma and Vegeta listened to a lot more love songs that Bulma was familar with and Vegeta didn't even know a thing about. He thought of it as a trap for him to begin becoming fond of Bulma and didn't want that.
''Let's just say that...I hope you get well soon. I gotta get back to training.''
''So soon?''
''It's what I gotta do dammit!'' With his first uncaring answer in about two hours and fifteen minutes, he opened the door and slammed it behind him. Bulma frowned at Vegeta's reply. Well, he was nice for a little while and that's at least a start, right? Bulma pondered as she flicked off the tv and began taking another nap.
