Realize Part Six-A Surprising Save

Friday night seemed to arrive in a flash of light. Both Vegeta and Bulma were nervous of the outcome of the party. What if one of them performed an embarassing action accidentily that made another chuckle? It was a irritable feeling, but they just had to go through it like a professional if hope and faith was believed in. On the other hand, the couple knew that it might be a somewhat interesting night.

Bulma was completely precise when she got herself ready for the event. She took a quick shower and dressed herself in her violet dress. She curled her hair and placed it in a bun formation and slipped on her open-toed, high heel, black sandals. Bulma collected some makeup and placed it in her black purse so she could freshen up once her and Vegeta arrived at the party. She even sprayed her Exclamation perfume and threw that in her purse too for future use if needed. Lastly, Bulma speedily painted her nails a red rose flawlessly and slipped on her yellow studded earrings. Moments following, Puar, a floating blue cat with a squeaky voice of a mouse's and a tan stomach, came flying in slowly into Bulma's room.

''Hi, Bulma. I hope you have fun at that party tonight.''

''Thanks, Puar.''

''Don't get into too much trouble. If Vegeta even tries to hurt you...''

''Puar! Don't say that. Vegeta has been a bit cold to me when he first came here, but I think he changed his ways somewhat, don't you think so?''

''Well...partly. All he does is blush at you anyhow.''

''Puar!''

''It's the truth.''

''Yeah, I know.''

''He may be somewhat scary to me, but I think on the inside, he's nice.''

''Scary? You're scared of Vegeta?''

''Well...kinda.''

''Don't be. If he or anyone scolds me, I just tell them my thing right off the bat.''

''What does that mean?''

''It means that I stick up for myself. I claim that I have a right as a certain someone not to be treated like that.''

''Oh, okay. You have fun and I'll see ya later.''

''Bye.'' With that, Puar floated out the room.

Vegeta awaited for Bulma downstairs. At least he received some guidelines from Hector on how to put on a tuxedo. Very embarassing it was, but Vegeta didn't mind. If someone had a problem with him, that was on him or her. He couldn't just make everyone satisfied constantly. He adjusted his red tie and standed near the stairway.

This little party better be worth my time. And how long does that woman take just to get in a new outfit and put on some makeup? I've been sitting here for fourty-five minutes already and she still isn't ready.

Growing immensly impatient, Vegeta ascended the stairs and approached Bulma's bedroom door. ''Would ya hurry up, Woman?! The dimension has already passed you know,'' he shouted sarcastically.

''I'm almost done. Just keep your pants on will ya?''

''What's that suppose to mean?''

''It's a saying. Deal with it.''

''Yeah, I'll deal with it once I blast you,'' Vegeta mumbled, relieved Bulma didn't make sound of it.

Five minutes later, Bulma thankfully finished getting ready. Vegeta had went back downstairs to wait. Bulma appeared atop the stairs that literally stole Vegeta's oxygen. Gaping he was as the elegant blue haired woman smiled and put her hair behind her right ear and descended the stairs. She stood in front of the prince and Vegeta stepped back somewhat.

''Hey, I won't bite, tough guy,'' Bulma happily said with another smile. Vegeta ceased his gaping and sighed heavily.

''So, you ready or what?'' Vegeta inquired.

''Yeah. Let's go.''

The couple entered Bulma's convertable and were on their way to Kayla's mansion. Bulma drove as Vegeta folded his arms and stared about the surroundings near the street on the passenger side. Silent it was on the drive. Weird but tranquil was the description. The queitness became so uncontrolable that one of the two of them had to break it apart. A sigh escaped from Bulma.

''What's the sigh for, Woman?''

''Just thoughts. And it's Bulma.''

''Yeah, but Woman is just good for you.''

''You're just afraid to say my real name.''

''A prince is never afraid!''

''Well, then say it.''

Vegeta grunted and continued his view of the trees. His eyebrows shot to the floor as he replied, ''I'll say you're real name soon. Until then, I'm calling you Woman.''

''Whatever.'' Bulma mumbled the rest of her reply as, ''You're just a stubborn muel.''

''What was that, Woman?!''

''Oh, nothing, Vegeta.''

''Wait here, Vegeta,'' Bulma instructed when the couple entered Kayla's mansion. ''Don't start any trouble while I go freshen up.''

''Freshen up as you may, Woman. And I'm not a small boy so I suggest you stop telling me what to do.''

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. ''Whatever.'' She turned away to make her trip to the restroom and looked back at the concentrating Vegeta for a tiny moment. She thought, I'll never know why that guy is so defensive of his nature. He never loosens up.

Vegeta stayed behind. He leaned against the wall and viewed the surrounding area. The various music was blasting off the walls so the neighbors must've been yelling at the top of their lungs or calling the cops at this time to cease the annoying noise. A disco ball span around in which was fastened at the ceiling and reflected brilliant colors from red to green to yellow-it seemed that all the people in the giant house changed their skin tone each second. Groups of males and female socialized with their companions and shouted over the ear- drumming music so their friends can hear what they had to say. Being bored, Vegeta tapped his index finger against the wall and just looked around everywhere. It was obvious he wasn't familar with any figures within the facininty since he was one of the two or three only people departed from the dance floor-or he was considered that he didn't have a date by others. Bulma arrived back and tried to start a casual conversation.

''So, Vegeta, do you want anything to drink or eat?''

''I guess I'll just have some punch.''

''I'll go get some, then. Wait here.''

Vegeta watched the woman trail off to the snack table that was on the other side of the large living room. Who does that Woman think she is? She's full of questions all the time. And yet I don't know why I love her. Wait! There goes that feeling and stupid word again-love! It can't be love! It just can't! But didn't I say that I actually did earlier? Oh, Lord! Now I'm just toying with myself! This can't be happening! It has to be some crazy dream! There's no way that I'm in love!

Vegeta's thoughts continued on with hard wonder. He just made up his mind that maybe he was a bit fond of Bulma somewhat, but his heart was informing him that this wasn't a game and his brain joined in as well on the persuasive event. This was real love-the emotion was tied there and would always be tied there at all times.

What is taking so long with the punch that woman's getting? I just mine as well go retrieve her. Vegeta crossed the room and when he was bit closer to Bulma's whereabouts his water in which was his anger, began to boil.

Bulma was on her way back to Vegeta with two punch cups for each of them when suddenly, a man in his late twenties blocked her path. Kayla had told her once before that this man was Eric Simmons, who always tried to snatch up a ''pretty-looking'' wherever he could discover one. Bulma was somewhat hesitant on the situation.

''Hey, hot stuff. Let's say you and me come on the dance floor?''

''Uh...I was just gonna give some punch to this guy.''

''That can wait sweetheart.'' Eric took the punch cups from Bulma's hands, placed them back on the snack table, and took her hands within his.

''Whoever that dumb creep is must give you a lot of orders, doesn't he? I'm more of the flowin' man. Just tell me what you wanna do and it's your wish, baby cakes.''

Bulma raised an eyebrow. Speedily, like a lighting bolt, a fist came arriving to Eric's cheek. In no time at all, Eric was on the floor, glancing up at who made him fall. An audience, within seconds, were viewing the surprising scene.

''Don't you even lay a hand on this woman, or I'll tear you apart! Got it?'' Vegeta shouted in massive rage as he looked down at the cowering male. Eric nodded in agreement, got up from his fall, and skidded out the front door with a slam that almost broke the door in half. Bulma viewed the scene and was shocked herself. She knew Vegeta would never be that protective of a certain someone or a certain object or subject. With no more action to be seen, the audience that viewed the scene continued their prior engagements. Vegeta walked away, Bulma grabbed the punch cups, and caught up to the prince. The two sat at a two-seat table in silence for a few moments. They sipped their cherry punch and watched the young people dancing with joy to the music. Bulma, feeling akward of the quiet between her and Vegeta, started up another conversation.

''Uh, Vegeta?''

''What?'' Vegeta had his arms crossed and didn't make eye contact with Bulma while speaking.

''What you did back there was...was...very...nice of you. That guy was a total creep himself and thanks for getting me out of that crazy situation.''

''Yeah, whatever. You were in trouble once more like a month ago and, yet again, I was the one who just had to save you.''

Bulma knew that Vegeta was looking out for her. His response was somewhat sarcastic like saying that he had nothing else better to do and came and save her out of the blue. It might've sounded that way, but Bulma had that certain emotion that Vegeta said the opposite of what he really meant.