Chapter Four

A red corvette swerved into the giant parking lot outside of the famous Capsule Corporation Compound and pulled into a reserved parking space which belonged to the driver's mother. The door was wrenched open and out stepped the fire haired teen. Sun reflected off of the black shades covering his eyes and he glanced at his watch, frowning deeply. He sighed and started towards the building's two huge front doors.

Great, he was late. Two hours late to be exact. He rubbed his cheek, trying to think of a good excuse. He winced and growled, a bruise was forming on that cheek. Maybe, he could just tell her the truth. He thought about it for a second and shook his head. She was more likely to found out anyway. He was ascending the steps to the Briefs residence and passing guards and workers who were giving him looks. They all recognized the widow peak and thick eyebrows and they all went out of their way to avoid him. Having a run in with Vegeta when he had that look on his face wasn't one thing you looked forward to.

Dr.Briefs was the one to answer the door when Vegeta knocked. The doctor gave him a pained look.

"She's upstairs." He told him, moving out of the boy's way so he could enter. Vegeta turned to give him a questioning look. Dr.Breifs only shrugged.

"She mad?"

"Would it make you feel better if I said no?" The grown male raised an eyebrow. Vegeta shook his head slowly. "Then yes, she is." Vegeta let out a loud sigh before he proceeded to the stairs at the end of the hall. "Vegeta," The doctor called, causing him to stop and spin around. "what's wrong with your cheek, son."

The widowed peaked teen walked over to the closest mirror and scowled deeply. The bruise had worsened, darkened into a purple and the sunglasses weren't covering much any longer.

"Me and my wife were just speaking with your mother about your behavior at school. Another fight and you were to be taken off of the football team correct? I hope-"

"Get off my back." Vegeta interrupted rudely. "I get enough of that from my mom and your daughter." That was all he said before he made his way up the stairs. Dr.Briefs shook his head and sighed, running a hand through his hair, thinking to himself: What are we gonna do with that boy?

Vegeta stopped outside of a door painted dark pink and stood, thinking for a few. He grabbed the knob and opened the door, stepping inside. He saw Bulma laying on her bed, on her stomach, Television on, eyes glued to a magazine that was in front of her. Her hair was down, spiraling around her shoulders and she had shorts on with a white tee too large for her. Probably one of the T-shirts I left over here...Vegeta found himself thinking out of the blue. He shuddered like he always did when he was in her room. It was sickeningly pink. Pink stuffed animals, pink covers, pink carpet, pink curtains, pink pillows, pink chairs, pink desks, pink everything.

"Ugh pink." He muttered the same line he did everyday. Her face held no emotion when she flicked her blue eyes toward him. They froze for a second, staring. Bulma looked back at her magazine and turned a page.

"What do you want?" She asked flatly. He shut the door and slumped into a nearby pink chair.

"What do you think?" He shot back. Bulma glanced at her clock.

"You're a little too late to help me with my homework. My dad helped me and we finished. So you can go home." Was what she said dryly. Vegeta frowned a bit.

"Look, I'm sorry for coming late. I-"

"I get it." Bulma cut him off, sitting up and hopping off the bed. "You had better things to do. Whatever." She said calmly, walking over to her desk to find something to keep her busy.

Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes. "You're not gonna give me a hard time with this are you?" She paused for a few minutes.

"So, what happened then?" Bulma asked.

"So I was a little late." Vegeta said, shrugging, avoiding the question. "It's not the end of the world."

"Correction: you were TWO hours late! For 2 whole hours I had no idea where you were. You didn't BOTHER to pick up your damn cell phone and call. Typical Vegeta don't you think? Only worrying about your self." Bulma turned her anger filled eyes to him. Vegeta turned away, still shrugging. "Listen, If you DIDN'T want to come then that's all you had to say. You insult my intelligence when you lie to me you know that." She stomped over to her bed and sat cross legged, staring at the TV.

"Are you done?" He asked after a moment of silence. She didn't reply. Eyes boring into the television. "Silent treatmeant huh?" Still no response. He sat, thinking about what to do. After a minute or so he smirked slowly. Bulma watched him stand up out of the corner of her eye and step over to where she was sitting on her bed. She gave him a glare while he whistled innocently, standing in front of her, rocked back on his heels, smiling and grinning. She stared. He stared through his shades. "Last chance. You gonna answer me?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. She narrowed her eyes, put on a frown but said nothing. Vegeta shrugged. "Suit yourself."

As suddenly, he dived on her.

Bulma was wriggling around, laughing uncontrollably while Vegeta lay on top of her, hands stretched out, tickling her. He had her pinned, smirking and was watching her gasp for air, eyes closed shut tightly. Her laughter filled the room and made him feel better.

"Stop-Vegeta! Get off!" She laughed out, pushing him on his chest.

"You gonna talk to me now?" He asked, unmoving, still tickling. She nodded, unable to get out any words through her laughter. He smiled a satisfied smile and hopped off. She sat up and wiped tears off her cheeks and out of her eyes.

"I hate you, I hope you know that." She told him, sticking out her tongue.

"I love you too." He teased back in a grunt. "You still mad at me?" She folded her arms and stuck up her nose in mock anger.

"Nahh."She replied, sending him a smile. Her grin slowly vanished though. "Vegeta, whats wrong with your eye?"

Shit, his eye. He had forgotten about that. He had no idea how bad it looked but it must have gotten worst considering the look of pure concern in Bulma's eye.

"Nothing."Was his only reply with a shrug. But that wasn't enough for Bulma. In a flash, she was standing on her tippy toes, infront of Vegeta, reaching for his shades. "Hey-"Before he could react, she had uncovered his eyes and froze, mouth wide.

"YOUR EYE!" She shrieked.

"You're exaggerating." Vegeta said in annoyance, while he stared at it in the mirror. It had exactly gotten much better. It wasn't dark black anymore, it wasn't swollen and it wasn't that noticeable. Heh, One day and it'll be gone. I feel sorrier for Yamcha...

"What are you smiling at?"She asked, hands on hips, suddenly standing behind him. "How'd that happen to you eye?"

Vegeta opened his mouth, thought about it and said, "Nothing. Kakakot just tackled me too hard at practice. Nothing more." He stood waiting, hoping Bulma would believe the lie.

"Whatever." Bulma said with a shrug. "As long as your ok." Vegeta breathed out, glad that she wasn't pressing it. She was sure to figure out the real origin of the bruise tomorrow anyway. Better to have her mad later then now.