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Chapter 10
"You're my date?! Kami must have a very cruel and unusual sense of humor! Of all of the rotten luck I've had with men, my first date after Yamcha had to be you!" Bulma stepped back away from the man in question. Her legs started to feel wobbly and suddenly the whole room started to shift and spin around her like a merry-go-round. Maybe it was the shock of the situation or the fact that the universe seemed to be playing a very cruel joke on her, but Bulma just couldn't take it. Her eyes rolled up into her forehead and she fell backwards into dead faint, her defense mechanism against the situation in question.
"Bulma!" yelled the man as he ran to grab her before she hit her head on the podium where the host checked to see if there was any seating available in the restaurant for incoming guests. The current host, seeing the predicament of the young lady, ran to the man who was trying to resuscitate her.
"Do you need any help, dude?"
"Ah, no. She'll come around in a few seconds. At least I hope she does. I'm not that terrible! At least I didn't used to think I was! Aw, man! I can't believe my date is Bulma. And she seemed so nice during our anonymous e-mails." With that said, the man motioned the host away who was also in the process of moving incoming and outgoing guests out of the way. Shaking his head in dismay, the only thing he could think of to get Bulma to come back to reality was to slap her in the face. Doing it as gently as he could, he smacked her in the cheek. It produced the desired affect of rousing Bulma from her fainting spell, but it didn't change the fact that she was not too happy about the date she had been looking forward to for the last two days.
"Ouch, why'd you have to slap me you moron? Haven't you ever heard of smelling salts?" Bulma asked, irritation lacing her words. "Honestly, you are such a barbarian sometimes!" She stood up slowly, slapping away his attempts to help her up. She wasn't weak. She just had a rough few weeks and she was really disappointed in her date. She had wanted somebody who was tall and handsome and who wouldn't remind her in the slightest of her failed relationship with Yamcha. And she wanted someone who she could jump in the sack with to help erase the feelings of attraction she was having for Vegeta. And Krillin did not fit into any of those categories.
Sitting back down on the bench, Bulma put her head in her hands and looked at Krillen, who was sheepishly looking at his shoes and rubbing the back of his bald head with one of his hands. Krillin was a nice guy and Bulma genuinely enjoyed hanging around with him, but she had never liked him in any way other than as a friend or a brother. And there was just no getting over the fact that he was really, really short. She had never been interested in dating a guy who was shorter than she was. An unbidden thought of Vegeta suddenly pushed its way into her consciousness, but she tried to squash it before it could take full form. At least Vegeta was about the same height as her and she could admit to herself that he wasn't really all that bad looking. His looks had grown on her over the months, but that was it! Putting her mind back on the present situation, Bulma just let out a long sigh and blew her bangs out of her face.
"Aw, come on Bulma. I'm not all that bad! I'm a lot nicer than Yamcha. You're making it seem like going out with me is as bad as knowing that tomorrow, the Earth is going to blow up or something. Not a really great way to help a guy feel better about himself, that's for sure! Anyway, we're already here so we might as well make the most of it!" Krillin looked at her with a hopeful expression on his face. Not wanting to seem like an ogre, Bulma decided to agree. She didn't really want him to feel bad, but she also did not want him to get his hopes up about a future relationship. There was just no way that was ever going to happen.
"Alright Krillin, let's get some grub. But you're paying, got it mister?"
"Sure thing, Bulma! I've been saving up for this! You can have whatever you want." With that, the little man made his way back up to the host. Smiling his suave smile, he winked at the host causing Bulma to roll her eyes and almost gag at how foolish Krillin was acting. Like he was going to impress anyone anyway!
"Your best table for two, please!"
"Sure thing dude. But if I were you, I wouldn't keep my hopes up about that broad. She doesn't seem to know a nice guy when she sees one!" The host whispered to Krillin in a very audible voice.
Leaning over to the host, Krillin whispered back nervously. "Uh, man, I wouldn't say that if I where you. She's pretty sensitive, if you know what I mean." He looked over at Bulma to make sure she hadn't overheard their little conversation. Unfortunately for Krillin and the host, they weren't very adept at being discrete and Bulma had gotten the message loud and clear. She was currently glaring at the two of them with a very evil look. Her face was starting to turn red, and if such a thing were possible, steam would have been escaping from her ears.
"Yikes Bulma! You didn't hear what we were talking about did you?" Krillin asked, cowering slightly next to the host's podium. He had been around Bulma for a lot of years and he knew that look she was giving him as well as the back of his hand. It meant that she was about to have a huge screamfest here in the restaurant and it was going to be aimed at him. And there was no way that he wanted to have to deal with Bulma in that state. He'd rather chew on nails than have to argue with her. Only an idiot would brave Bulma in a pissed off state of mind.
"Oh, of course not Krillin." Bulma said in a falsely sweet tone of voice. "I didn't hear anything of importance. Just that the two of you think I don't know nice guys when I see them and that I'm sensitive!" Putting steel into her next words, Bulma shot them both a nasty and disgusted look while she moved in for the kill. Standing right in front of the cowering Krillin, Bulma put her hands on her hips and looked down at the shorter man before she continued. "Well, let's just get this strait between the three of us. I do know nice guys when I see them. Nice guys don't talk about girls when they're right in front of them. So apparently Krillin, you and that idiot over there aren't nice guys. You can forget the dinner Krillin. I'm going home!" With that, she turned on her heel and headed for the door, fuming the entire way. Before she had gotten very far, Krillin called out to her, desperation in his voice.
"Come on Bulma! I didn't mean it like that! I think you know nice guys. Just give me another chance! We haven't even had our date yet!"
Turning around, Bulma gave Krillin another dirty look and then let out a long sigh. She had a short temper, and lately, it had been shorter than normal. She was being unfair to Krillin, letting her frustration at her lack of luck in relationships cloud her friendship and understanding of him. It wasn't very nice to just leave him high and dry like that. They were friends after all, and she needed all of the friends she could get at the moment.
"Okay Krillin. I'm sorry." Bulma said simply.
"I'm not all that bad, hon…what? Did you just say you were sorry?" Krillin asked, astonishment evident in his tone. 'Man, what's with her? She never apologizes, even if it is her fault for stuff! Something must really be bothering her.' Krillin thought to himself as he looked at Bulma. Maybe he could be her support network and then she would finally go out with him. Smiling at the thought, Krillin waited for Bulma's next move.
"Well, are we going to get seated or not? Honestly, service just isn't like it used to be!" Bulma said as she looked at the gawking host. Why did people have to constantly butt into her personal affairs? Like it was any of his business whether she had dinner with Krillin or not. Ugh!
"Sure lady! Right this way." Taking the shortest route to the closest table, the host seated them and left before she could start bitching at him. He had already pegged her as one of those high maintenance women and he didn't want to be around if sparks began to fly between the unusual looking couple. Breathing a sigh of relief, he went back to his job of seating other waiting customers who weren't as scary as the broad.
Krillin looked nervously at Bulma. For all of his self-assured thinking of being her personal confidant in matters of the heart, Krillin was beginning to think that that was wishful thinking on his part. He didn't have any luck with girls and Bulma was the kind of woman who knew and got what she wanted, regardless of the cost. He was grateful when their server came to take their order.
"I'll have the spaghetti with marinara sauce and a water." Krillin said simply.
"And I'll have the lobster and shrimp alfredo with a bottle of the house specialty wine." Bulma said, looking to see what Krillin's reaction would be. She knew he was only ordering spaghetti because he was cheap and he didn't have a lot of money. He didn't even have a real job, for Kami's sake!
"What Bulma? That wine alone costs like 50 zeni for a bottle! You can't be serious!" Krillin said, sweat making rivulets down his bald, shiny forehead.
"Of course I'm serious! You take me to a nice restaurant, not even knowing it was going to be me and tell me I can have whatever I want, and then back out of it? What would you be doing if I were a complete stranger?" Bulma asked.
"Uh, I would let you get whatever you wanted without making a big deal about it. But come on Bulma, that's an awful lot of money for one bottle of wine. Are you planning on drinking the whole thing?" He could just see himself carrying out a very inebriated Bulma and that thought was not very appealing, especially since he would be the one to take her home and he didn't want to chance the possibility that he would end up running into Vegeta. Bulma might put up with the guy, but then again, he didn't think Bulma was completely sane when it came to Vegeta. No one in their right mind would have offered to put up the Saiyan Prince even if he had supposedly switched sides and was planning on helping them fight the Androids. The guy had pretty much said that after the Androids were destroyed, he was going to kill Goku. How could you betray one of your friends like that? It didn't make a whole lot of sense to Krillin. And then there was the whole issue about Yamcha. Last time Krillin had checked, Bulma was still dating him. Yamcha had been pretty out of sorts the last few months, especially after Bulma supposedly saved Vegeta when he blew up the Gravity Room. There was definitely something fishy going on over at Capsule Corp.
"No! I was going to share it with you, idiot. I don't like making a fool of myself, and that's what would happen if I got really drunk off of a bottle of wine. I'm just making the point that you're being cheap because it's me you're taking on a date, not some unknown entity." Bulma said crankily. She must have been out of her mind agreeing to this date with Krillin! Their date had only been going on for about ten minutes and she was already getting a headache. Rubbing her temples, Bulma waited for Krillin to finish the order. The faster they got their food, the faster she could get out of here.
"Fine Bulma. Have it your way." Looking at the server, he motioned that they were done ordering. After the server left, Krillin looked across the table at Bulma and blushed. He had just noticed the slinky outfit she was wearing. It was painfully obvious to him that Bulma had probably been in the mood for seduction and he really wasn't very confident in that department. Besides, the thought of seducing Bulma was more than a little disturbing. Swallowing, he tried to get his mind off her body and into safer waters.
"So, ah, I take it things aren't going well for you and Yamcha?" Krillin asked and then promptly wanted to kick himself in the head for bringing up a subject that was probably a sore spot with Bulma. The reaction he got was exactly why he wished he would learn to control his mouth.
"No kidding, smart guy! I wouldn't be on a blind date Internet site if I had a boyfriend, now would I Krillin?" Bulma said sarcastically. Sometimes she wondered why she had such insensitive and stupid friends. She growled under her breath and proceeded to rip the napkin she was holding into tiny pieces.
"Well, um, do you want to talk about it?" Krillin asked nervously. Bulma was acting kind of scary and he wondered to himself if Vegeta's bad attitude was rubbing off onto her.
"No, not really. Let's just say he's a complete and total asshole and wanker and that we are over for good! And if he comes to you and tells you that I'm cheater, don't listen to a word he tells you because it's not true! Now, can we please move the subject away from Yamcha?" Bulma asked. She was trying to get over the jerk and talking about him to Krillin reminded her of all the reasons she had been stupid for continuing with the relationship as long as she had. Looking at Krillin, she decided to ask him about his relationship status.
"How about you and Maron? Weren't you dating her?"
"Yeah, about a million years ago! We broke up a long time ago, before that kid from the future showed up. Where have you been?" Krillin asked, sort of embarrassed that he had let Maron go.
"Sorry, unlike some people I know, I have a real job and responsibilities and I can't just hang out with my friends and practice martial arts whenever I want to. Plus, I have an oversized temperamental baby to watch over which consumes any other free time I might have at the moment." Bulma replied grumpily.
"Do you mean Vegeta?"
"Duh, who else would I be talking about? Of course I mean Vegeta. Ooh, don't even let me get started about him! The jerk destroyed the Gravity Room once already, blew up my kitchen, made me trip and fall so I got this lovely bruise on my forehead and got me to promise to feed him whenever he happens to be hungry and fix anything he damages in the Gravity Room! 'Yet I can't seem to get him out of my head, I think he secretly likes me, I sort of return the feeling even though I don't want to admit it, and he's saved me three times in less than a month. I'm so confused!' Bulma thought to herself. Her life was just becoming more and more complicated.
Krillin interjected back into the conversation. "Well, that sounds like Vegeta! At least he isn't threatening to kill you! I know what that's like, and believe you me, there is nothing scarier than having him make a threat you know he's capable of delivering without any qualms!" Just thinking about all the threats Vegeta had made concerning his life both on Earth and on Namek made Krillin queasy.
"Yeah well, him threatening to kill me is the least of my worries. He's always threatening to do something bad. I've just learned to ignore him for the most part. At any rate, he's really not that bad once you get to know him a little bit and you can stomach his holier than thou attitude."
Krillin raised his eyebrows in disbelief at Bulma and gave her a look that said she was losing her marbles. Vegeta, not that bad? Who was she trying to kid? The guy was a monster and a self-proclaimed sociopath. Goku might believe that Vegeta could change, but Krillin would have to see it to believe it. And the way Bulma was talking about him, it almost seemed like she liked the guy.
"Are you serious Bulma?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? Look, I don't like Vegeta anymore than the next person. But I think a lot of what he does and says has to do with the horrible things he was made to do in the past working as a slave for Frieza. I don't think he ever got the chance to develop social skills very well and I think for all of his bravado and nastiness, it's just a cover up for the fact that he's lonely. I mean, he's the last of his kind besides Goku!"
"Yeah, and whose fault is that? I was there when he killed that big Saiyan that came with him you know. And he almost tried to kill Goku! How can you take sides with him?" Krillin asked, still unable to believe the words coming out of Bulma's mouth.
"I'm not taking sides with Vegeta, dorkwad! I'm just saying that having him as a houseguest, and a rather obnoxious one at that, I think I'm beginning to understand him better. That's all." Krillin was starting to annoy her with his opinions on the matter. Why couldn't he just see that she was getting to know the temperamental Saiyan Prince better, not because she really wanted to but because she saw him on a day to day basis? Was it that hard for people to understand? Really! While she was ruminating about Krillin's attitude, the food arrived.
"Wow, this sure looks good!" Krillin said as he stared enviously at Bulma's entrée. His own food looked sadly lacking and he wished he had more money to spend on himself.
"Yeah, it does. Let's just forget about Maron, Yamcha and Vegeta for the moment and enjoy our meal!"" She was tired of talking about all the bad things that had been going on in her life. She hadn't really talked to Krillin about what was going on his life besides Maron in quite a while. Deciding to shift the subject, she opened the bottle of wine and decided to make the most of the situation she was in. And if Krillin decided to pull anything funny with her, she would just let him know her feelings on the subject of them ever becoming an item. It just was not going to happen!
About an hour later…
Vegeta watched from his post as Bulma pulled into her driveway, swerving in at a dangerously high speed and then slamming on the breaks so hard, the car squealed to a stop. He snickered to himself as he watched her step out of the car and slam the door smartly behind her. She was home much earlier from her date than he had expected her to be. Usually when she had gone out with that low life pussy she had called boyfriend, she wouldn't get in until very early in the morning at about the same time he was going out to train.
Vegeta leaned back against the wall he was standing next to and crossed his arms, a smirk of amusement across his lips. 'Things must not have gone very well for her. Idiotic female and her dating. She's just a fool!' Vegeta thought. In all actuality, he was somewhat relieved that she was back already. He didn't like the idea of another man touching her in a manner similar to the way that low-life had in his new kitchen. And looking at the outfit Bulma was wearing, he had a feeling that that was what she had been planning on doing with her date. Vegeta violently squashed the thought of jealousy that rippled through his consciousness while he waited for her to approach the house. His plans for the evening had been to wait for her to get home so he could torment her about her date. And he had a feeling he was going to enjoy rubbing in her bad experience.
When Bulma had finished encapsulating her car, she made her way quickly to the house. The rest of her evening with Krillin hadn't gone very well. Dinner had been fine, but then he had tried to make the move on her when they left the restaurant. She had smacked him in the head and made it clear in no uncertain terms that they would never be an item because she just couldn't think of him in that capacity. Needless to say, Krillin had left in a huff and Bulma had renewed her sense that all men sucked big time.
Muttering to herself, Bulma made her way to the security pad to punch in her code so she could get into the house. She could see the lights were on in her parent's room so she wouldn't have to deal with them and it looked like Vegeta was still not back from wherever he had disappeared to yesterday. Either that or he already called it a night. She was about to let out a sigh of relief at her apparent good fortune when a very familiar voice called out from somewhere above her.
"Home so soon? I thought you had a date. Don't tell me you scared him off as soon as he saw you. Well, then again, with your looks, it wouldn't be that difficult!"
Looking up above her, Bulma saw Vegeta standing on one of the balconies on the second floor of her house, his body leaning against the wall behind him
"Just give it a rest Vegeta. I don't want to talk about it. And what are you doing up there? Were you waiting for me?' Bulma asked.
"What does it look I was doing?" Vegeta snapped out. Stepping away from the wall, he jumped down from where he was standing and landed directly behind Bulma. "Someone's got to make sure you stay out of trouble since you certainly don't seem to be able to take care of yourself."
Bulma spun around so she faced Vegeta. Looking at him, she decided to reply civilly to him instead of letting a smart-ass comment slip off of her tongue.
"Well, thanks for the offer of looking after me Vegeta, but I already seem to owe you enough as it is and I would rather not have to add to the bill. Good night!" With that said Bulma turned back to the door and finished punching in her code. Walking in through the door, she threw her purse onto the table in the foyer and started walking down the hallway. She reached the stairs before she realized that she wasn't alone. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Vegeta had followed her into the house and was standing in the hallway looking at her with a very superior expression etched onto his face. Trying to make light of the situation and the obvious fact that he was probably purposely trying to aggravate her, Bulma decided to forget her intentions of speaking civilly to him. It was just impossible most of the time when it came to dealing with Vegeta anyway.
"Oh, Vegeta! It's so thoughtful of you to follow me to make sure I make it to my room all right. It shows how much you truly care for me. I'm flattered." Bulma said sarcastically. "But just so you know, I'm more than capable of making it up there on my own."
"Are you sure about that Woman? The last time I checked, you're the clumsiest person I've ever come across. And although you might think I'm doing it out of the kindness of my heart, let me remind you that I don't have one and that I think feelings like that are weak and pathetic."
"I already know you don't have a heart Vegeta. That's a given. But really, what's the deal? Why were you waiting for me and why are you following me up to my room? You can't want to jump me that bad that you'd wait for me to get home from being with another guy, can you? I know I look really good right now, but it wasn't to impress you, your Excellency." Crossing her arms in imitation of Vegeta's usual posture, she waited for his answer. She could see the spark of challenge in his eyes and she was looking forward to hearing what was going to come out of his royal pain in the ass mouth.
Moving forward so that he was just below her on the stairs, Vegeta looked up at the minx standing before him. He almost grinned when he saw the excitement that was behind Bulma's big blue eyes. He also reminded himself that he had to be very careful. It was becoming all too easy to lose himself in her eyes and let his instincts take over. If he wasn't careful, he was going to end up eating his own words, and the last thing he wanted was to have Bulma crowing over him because she had figured out his fascination for her before he would ever admit it to her.
Deciding to choose his words carefully, Vegeta made up his mind to piss her off before she went to bed.
"You already know what I think of you in those types of garments."
"That I'm hot? Well, that's a given, even if you won't admit it. Like I told you yesterday, I think you secretly have a crush on me. It's too bad you'll never find out how much you're missing out on." Bulma said, trying to egg him on even though she knew she was behaving foolishly. The truth was, she was still trying to figure out what he thought of her or at least have him admit that he truly found her appealing to look at. But why she even cared was the mystery. For so long, she had been trying to convince herself that she had no feelings for him, but she was beginning to wonder if that was even true anymore. Yesterday, she had wanted to be his friend, but what did she really want? She had no idea, or at least any idea that she would admit to.
Vegeta's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You really think too highly of yourself. I suppose for a human female, you're passable, but not attractive enough to tempt me. And I wouldn't be missing out on anything. You wouldn't be the first whore I've slept with nor would you be the last." He watched with anticipation as Bulma's eyes grew wide with outrage. 'Yes,' he thought. 'Let's see what you think of that, Woman!'
"Ohh, that does it Vegeta! You are such an egotistical bastard! I am not a whore!" Before she could stop herself, Bulma closed her eyes and promptly burst into tears.
Vegeta looked on at her uncomfortably. He had wanted her to argue with him, not break down and start sniveling. He hated it when she cried. Mostly, it just annoyed him to no end, but this time, he felt something twist in his gut that felt akin to guilt. Angrily trying to shake off the feelings he was having at the moment, Vegeta moved in closer to the weeping woman.
Meanwhile, Bulma's thoughts were in turmoil. What was it with her that his barbed comments were affecting her in such a manner? She was used to Vegeta laying in on her. She had just let his hurtful comments slide off of her back like water. But lately, she had started to take his comments to heart and he did have a way with wounding her with his acidic words. Maybe she really did feel more for him than she thought she did for his nastiness to bother her like this. She was about to wipe the tears from her face and run off to her room to cower behind her door when she felt something brush against her cheek. Opening her eyes, she saw it was Vegeta's hand and that he was brushing the tears away for her.
"You're becoming too sensitive, Woman." He said to her roughly before he moved away. He couldn't believe he had just done that! What in the hell was he thinking? She really was turning him into a first rate baka.
Watching him move back, Bulma let out a wet hiccup before she entered back into the conversation.
"Maybe, but that doesn't give you the right to insult me like that, you big jerk!"
Trying to justify his position even if it wasn't how he really felt about Bulma, Vegeta backed down a few stairs and crossed his arms before he continued. "What am I supposed to think about you? You wear the most revealing outfits. The only women I have ever known to dress as provocatively as you were the prostitutes on Frieza's ship. Besides, I have a pretty good idea of just what you were planning on doing with your date." He said smugly.
"Oh you do, do you?" Bulma said angrily. Stomping down a few stairs, Bulma wiped the remaining tears off of her face, not caring if it smudged her perfect makeup. "And what exactly did you think I had planned, and what concern is it of yours what I do with my dates, hmmm?" Bulma yelled strait into Vegeta's face. She was so sick of his attitude!
"It's none of my concern what you do with those idiots you go out with. I could care less! You're reading too much into the situation, Woman." Vegeta said hastily as he backed away from the brewing inferno that was Bulma. Her anger was having the exact effect on him that he did not want it to have. He could see the challenge in her eyes. It was taking all of his self-control not to haul her over his shoulder, take her to his room and have his way with her. If it had been any other female besides Bulma, he wouldn't have cared, but she was continually crossing the line when it came to rituals that she had no understanding of. And he was a Prince! When it came time for him to take a mate, if he ever did, he couldn't just pick a low-level weakling like Bulma for his future queen. This whole situation was becoming more and more preposterous as the minutes ticked by.
"Oh, I don't think I am at all Vegeta! I know that you think I was planning on sleeping with my date." Bulma said hotly, directly into his face. Moving forward so that Vegeta's back was to the wall, Bulma put her hands on her hips and drilled her intense gaze into Vegeta's eyes. "And you were probably right. Unfortunately, my date didn't turn out exactly as I had planned. Oh, well. But the burning question is this: if you really don't care what I do with my dates, why do you bring it up? I think I'm starting to figure you out Vegeta. Do you want to know what I think?" Bulma asked him. She narrowed her eyes at him and waited for him to make the next step in the little dance they were performing.
Vegeta leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms trying to hide the uneasiness and excitement that was growing inside of him. Part of him couldn't believe how effectively Bulma had backed him into a corner. The other part of him was jubilant because they might actually get somewhere tonight, even if that hadn't been his plan from the beginning. And perhaps unfortunately for Vegeta, the second part of him was slowly winning the battle against the first.
"No, I have absolutely no interest in discovering your opinion on the matter." Vegeta muttered to Bulma.
Moving in even closer to Vegeta and making sure she was invading his personal space just as he had habit of doing with her lately, Bulma retorted back to him.
"Well too bad, Prince Dickhead! I think you really do like me Vegeta. You can keep on denying it, but actions speak louder than words. I can sum you up in one little word. Its called jealousy! Only a jealous idiot would be waiting for me after a date. Only a jealous idiot would make unfounded and hurtful accusations against the person they secretly like. And I can go on and on and on!" So there! She had her thoughts out in the open about just how he felt about her. It suddenly made sense to Bulma about why he had been so vicious to that guy who had assaulted her in the kitchen, why he had been extra nasty when he had first found out about her date and why he was waiting for her to get back so he could thumb his nose at her. He really was jealous, and since it was probably a new feeling for him, he just didn't know how to behave around her. It also brought to light the uncomfortable reality that if Vegeta really did find her attractive, it would probably mean that her life was going to be that much more difficult. Ugh, why couldn't things just be simple in life for her? Was it too much to ask for?
Bulma waited for him to do something. Knowing Vegeta, he would never ever admit to such a thing as jealousy because that would mean somewhere inside of him, he was capable of feeling something other than rage, frustration, hate and pride. But instead of pushing her away and telling her that she was completely off the mark where his feelings where concerned, Vegeta pulled the cloth out from underneath Bulma in such a way that would leave her more confused than ever about her own thoughts on a relationship with Vegeta.
Before she even had a chance to react, Vegeta moved faster than Bulma could track with her eyes, grabbed her wrists and reversed their positions so that she was pinned up against the wall and he was pushing up against her. It was very reminiscent of her more recent physical encounters with him.
Making sure to not take his eyes of off Bulma, he smirked at her, but not in his usual menacing way. Taking one of his hands off of her wrists, he gently stroked her cheek. Bulma's breathing picked up. She had a sudden feeling that she and Vegeta were hitting a crossroads in their strange relationship. One that there was no going back from.
"I'm not jealous, not in the least. But just as a warning for future reference Bulma, you shouldn't play with fire if you don't want to get burned, especially if you don't realize how dangerous the fire actually is." With that comment said, Vegeta lunged in for the kill. Bulma new what was going to happen between the two of them. The pressure between them had been building ever since he had rescued her from her car accident. The funny thing was, instead of fighting against the tide, Bulma let herself be swept away as Vegeta's mouth found hers.
Does this unlikely event finally bring both Vegeta and Bulma to an understanding of their feelings for each other or will things just get worse? Find out in the next chapter! Please R&R as always!