Chapter Seven
Vegeta was staring at the ex lovers, he was so angry, you could see one of his vain pop around his forehead. He didn't want to speak since whatever words he would say, it would just sound more like a bark than actual speech. So Vegeta simmered in anger for a few seconds.
The ex lovers looked at the saiyan in a bit of confusion. Bulma was no longer swirling her drink, she was looking at Vegeta. He had on a surprisingly nice outfit. "What's up saiyan butt?" Bulma broke the awkward silence, with an awkward question.
Yamcha's hand had yet to move. Vegeta was well aware of this fact. He had a bit of a fixed glare on Bulma's knee. Is not like Bulma had made any effort to remove Yamcha's hand. "What is the pest doing here?" Vegeta asked angrily.
"I told you I'd be force to find a date if you didn't want to come with!" Bulma lied. She hadn't plan anything, Vegeta just happen to walk in at the right time.
"Who are you here with B?" Yamcha asked. Bulma quickly gave him a sour look 'Don't ruin this for me you idiot!' she thought. "Oooooh." He winked at her.
"You know what pest... I'm pretty sick of seeing your ugly mug around, get your filthy hand off the woman's knee!" He barked.
This is when Bulma got frustrated. She had gotten up at this point. Staring straight into his eyes, "You have no right of telling Yamcha anything!"
"Yea!" Yamcha said.
"Shut up Yamcha." Bulma said still staring at Vegeta."What are you doing here anyways?"
"I sense the weakling, wanted to be sure you weren't misbehaving." He said with a smirk.
"Oh I've been a very bad girl..." Then Bulma was smirking.
Yamcha felt a his stomach turn, "ugh can you guys stop flirting."
"Shut up!" They both said in unison.
"You know what! I don't need this!" Yamcha said loudly, suddenly he was gone.
They stared at the fleeing ex. Vegeta was angry at the woman for being with him, and Bulma was piss that he was acting like such a possessive prick. However, it was a nice change a pace for her. Yamcha had been such a pushover, that this twisted attitude of Vegeta's was working for.
"So what are you doing here?"
"Do I need an explanation to be around my own compound?" he said looking away.
"No, but you do need an explanation for being here; in this party, when you specifically told me you weren't coming."
"I never said I wasn't coming."
"Seriously who gets you?"
"Woman, you look... revealed." He said eying her up.
"Thanks, I think. You look nice. So why are you here?"
"I thought you were smarter than this woman." He said leaning against the closest wall.
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't the fact that I'm here tell you something?" Bulma looked at him. He was right; Vegeta had agreed to exclusivity, as well as the fact that he had actually done something that Bulma needed him to do. She had no idea that he actually might be reliable. She started to blush at the thought that she might actually be unofficially in a couple.
She smiled at him, "You're right. Are you hungry?" He nodded and they both left to the refreshment table.
It was a few long moments of waiting for him to stop eating. Bulma couldn't help but smile at how eager he always seem every time he touch food. It was almost midnight, everyone started gathering at the center of the room where a giant golden ball with a countdown was.
"What's going?" He asked her with a mouth full of appetizers.
"It's almost midnight."
"So?"
"So, everyone counts till midnight to celebrate the new year."
"Again, you tradition are strange, woman." He had finished his plate of appetizers and was on his 6th glass of wine.
"There is also another tradition that happens at midnight." She was on her third glass. "You're suppose to kiss the person your with." He instantly blushed.
"In front all this people! How crude."
"Don't worry everyone will be kissing their dates. Why do you think I wanted you to come in the first place?" She was now blushing.
Then people all around them staring at the giant golden ball, started to count down in unison.
Bulma was feeling flushed. Was she suppose to tell him when to kiss her? "10, 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1!" She looked at the giant descending golden ball which started to light up. Everyone started to cheer and then the couples started to pair up.
Then in a what it seems like a slow motion movement, Vegeta grabbed her face and pulled it onto his, pulling her into a deep kiss.
It was a bit unexpected, so she kept her eyes open. She noticed that his eyes were indeed closed. He was into it; he could bitch all he wanted, it didn't erase the fact that he liked kissing her. Even if it was in front of everyone, though no one was actually watching.
After a few seconds he broke the kiss looking away, obviously blushing. Bulma smiled at his innocence, though he was no where near being innocent. She couldn't help but ask him to come back to her room.
The next morning, once again she had waken up alone. It was almost like dejavu. Her hair was messy, she felt sticky, sore and she was completely nude. "Well, at least it was a fun night." Bulma laid back on her pillow. She didn't feel like getting up just yet.
In Capsule 3, Vegeta had already started his daily training. He was nearing the 500 times multiplier, yet he felt no where near his goal. Anger started to build inside, "Why? why had Kakarot achieved what I cannot?" He said angrily. He was suddenly standing still. "Why can't I reach my goal!?" He was now yelling. Then he sighed, 'I guess it's time.'
Bulma had finally gotten up. She had showered and had gone to the kitchen to grabbed some breakfast. She was eating a cereal when Vegeta walked in. "Mornin'" She said smiling.
"Woman we need to talk." He said sitting down in front of her. "I have to go." He said looking away from her. "There are just too many distractions around here."
"Okay, where are you going?" Vegeta was surprised at her answer/question.
"That's none of your concern woman."
"No I think it is, or else you wouldn't have come and told me about your plans."
He suddenly made a fist with his right hand, 'damn this woman and her logic.' He sighed, "I'm off to another planet."
"You're leaving Earth? Vegeta what the hell?!" Bulma yelled, "I can't believe you're actually leaving the planet! What, the androids scare you off or something?" She was clearly upset.
"How dare you insinuate that?" He was now yelling as well.
"Then why the hell are you leaving the freaking planet?!"
"I'm not finding what I'm looking for woman! With you and your several traditions and celebrations and tiny outfits, are really puncturing a hole in my concentration!" There was a visible vain popping out of his right hand.
She was taken back by his anger. "When will you be back?" she asked.
"I don't know yet. But I promise you this; when I come back I will have reached my goals. Wait for that. " He placed himself right in front of her. He had never said goodbye before, so Vegeta was a bit confuse on what he was doing.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." This confused him even more. He had never asked her to wait fro him, however he felt as though correcting her would just be more trouble than he wanted. He smiled and walked away.
It had felt surreal. The whole escape, breaking off her miserable relationship, filling the void with a sexy alien, whom not only was emotionally detach, but had a serious pride issue. It had been a whole months since she last had spoken to him. She didn't want to concern herself with his whereabouts. Bulma felt that if she did, she would feel weak.
Instead, Bulma dove deep in her work. For the next few weeks she would spend all of her time in the lab, being antisocial as possible. She didn't feel like talking to anyone, she just wanted the time to pass as fast as possible. She was like an angstsy teenage girl.
January came and went, still no sign of Vegeta. Valentine's day was soon approaching and Bulma found herself dateless once again. She was again in her lab wearing a black mini to combat the notion that woman should wear red during this week. She was working on a chip that would allow more matter conversion inside a capsule. However, she was having a hard time getting the conversion to work just right. A lot of the time it would crush the matter instead of compacting it.
A knock was heard at the lab door. Bulma felt butterflies for a few seconds, then the feeling quickly vanished when she realized it was her father walking in. "Hey dad. What's up?"
"Hi honey, I just wanted to give you the alpha schematics." Dr. Brief handed Bulma a set of blue prints.
"The originals? What are you doing with these?"
"Well, the original concept that you drew is in there. Maybe when the chip went through redesign we missed something. I know you've been struggling to try to finish it. Anyhow, I'll leave my cell on if you need anything." Her father handed her the blue prints and begun to walk away.
"Wait dad, where are you off to?"
"Um, honey I have to take your mother to dinner."
"Why? You guys never go to dinner unless it's to celebrate something-" suddenly it dawned on her. Bulma had lost track of time so badly that she hadn't notice that it WAS Valentine's day. "Oh crap. Okay dad have fun." Her father smiled and left the lab. Bulma sighed, she couldn't concentrate on the papers that her father had giving her.
She sat alone in her lab feeling once again like a teenage girl with a crush. 'I wonder what he's up to...?' She thought playing with a nearby pen. "Ugh I can't focus! Screw this I'm going out!" It was almost eight o'clock when Bulma was out of Capsule Corp. She drove around West City for a while. Most restaurants were covered in red decoration in honor of the silly holiday. She then saw an a dark restaurant at the edge of the city with a black neon sign that read "Come protest Valentine's."
Bulma parked her red convertible, and started to walk towards the entrance of the restaurant. Before she walked in, she noticed a lot of women were in there wearing all black. She looked down at her black mini and again felt silly. "I'm too old for this crap." She smiled and decided not to go in. Before she could pop her car back up, there was a rather suspicious looking man next to the restaurant.
"Hey sweetie, if you don't have a date you can always go home with me." The greasy man smiled.
This made Bulma's stomach turn in disgust. "No thanks pal."
"oh c'mon babe. You might be a bit older than the girls I usually go home with but you're still kinda hot." There are no words to describe the anger that had risen in her.
She walked close to him and stared right into his eyes "Is that so?"
The stranger suddenly felt nervous, "Um sure babe." He said with a shaky laugh.
"Listen you disgusting pig: first I wouldn't go with you even if you were the last man- nay the last human on this planet! Second: for your information I am dating someone and he's a million times better than your sorry ass! Third: stop trying to pick up vulnerable women in this crappy holiday you stupid, disgusting, manipulating asshole!" At this point she was extremely close to his face.
"Listen lady I was just trying to give you a good time." He said trying to back away.
For some reason this just irked her more. All her anger that had been building for a few months just came pouring out of her now. She put all of her anger and strength into kneeing the slime-ball in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
"You crazy bitch." He wheezed.
"Let that be a lesson. Don't prey on the weak, you scum." She then popped the her capsule car and quickly drove home. 'I just assaulted a stranger for coming onto me... It felt... So exciting! No wonder the whole gang loves to fight.' She was thinking on her way home.
Meanwhile, back at the scene of the darken restaurant, the stranger was struggling getting back up. From above a flying blonde man had been watching the whole time, "That woman." Vegeta smiled.
Bulma got home rather quick. She had been speeding from the adrenaline. She quickly notice what was on the side of the house: Capsule 3. "He's back!" she gasped.
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Sorry for taking so long in this chap. Holidays and the semester starting are all really time consuming: ugh life -_-