Broken World

Chapter 10: Floating

Personally, I have never just "hung out" with someone. Mainly because of two reasons. One: I have never had any friends to do it with; my mom had been my only and closest friend. Two: when I was living with my step dad, friends weren't my top priority. My top priorities were watching out for my mom and myself. That didn't seem to work out too good though. Now I'm in a dilemma, I have an impatient Saiyan standing in front of me and I have no idea what to suggest we do that will be fun and relaxing. I remember back to when my mom and I used to have fun, when my step dad was out, of course. We used to get a big bowl of popcorn, put on a good movie and make ourselves comfortable on the couch.

"Well Vegeta..."

Bulma looked at him, unsure if he would really enjoy watching a movie.

"How about watching a movie together?"

He cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Fine woman, you get the food and I pick the movie."

Bulma smiled at him and made her way to the kitchen, grabbing sodas, chips and anything else that could pass as movie food. She also found some microwave popcorn.

Making her way back to lounge, Vegeta had already made himself comfortable on the couch. She dumped all the snacks on the coffee table and brought it closer to the couch before sitting next to him, planting the fairly big popcorn bowl in between them.

"So, what are we watching?"

"It's a really old collection of movies, but I like old made up crap."

Green symbols started scrolling up the television screen, the title "The Matrix" suddenly appearing. Bulma had heard of this movie before, it used to be a major hit back in the day. She was surprised he actually had copies of them, being as they were really old.

After the first movie was done, she stretched and yawned.

"My mom was either going to call me Bulma or Trinity." Bulma laughed lightly.

"I like your name, it suits you."

"If you like it then why do you always call me woman?" Vegeta just smirked at her.

"I like your name too, it suits you. I couldn't really picture you being "Bob" or "Steven"." Bulma giggled.

"Yeah, my name does suit me; it also suits my father, and my father's father and his father and his father..." Vegeta replied sarcastically.

"Ok, Vegeta I get the point." Bulma interjected, throwing popcorn at him. Some caught in his hair and when she saw this, she burst out in laughter.

"Woman..." Vegeta grabbed a handful and attempted throwing it at her, but she was already up off the couch and running, she made her way to the balcony and closed the sliding door holding it in place.

Vegeta stood on the other side of the glass, watching her. The wind slightly ruffled her blue hair; it floated around her for a brief second. She was beautiful, but he could probably never have her.

Pushing his thoughts away, he easily opened the sliding door and made his way towards her.

"Vegeta! I am sorry! Please don't do anything to me!"

"Yeah you better beg!"

"Wait! Before you do anything I have something to tell you!" Vegeta stopped, watching her carefully; she was trying to hold back her laughter.

"You... you still have popcorn if your hair." Bulma clutched her stomach, getting cramps from laughing so hard.

"You're going to pay for that." Vegeta charged at her, grabbing her then pushing off the balcony. He could tell Bulma was too shocked to even scream. He flew higher and then stopped when he was just above the clouds. Bulma had her arms securely around his neck, her face buried in his neck

"Bulma...look, and maybe I won't drop you." She lifted her head looking at him first and then at their surroundings. He could hear her take in her breath.

"Vegeta... it's beautiful..."

The full moon was in the distance, the clouds swirling just below them and the stars twinkling all around them. Vegeta was holding her tightly yet comfortably.

They stared in silence at the scenery for a few minutes, until Bulma started shivering. Vegeta then slowly descended.

He touched down on the balcony, but he didn't let go of her just yet though.

She looked at him and smiled.

"Thank you Vegeta." She lightly kissed him on the cheek.

"Goodnight." Bulma made her way to the sliding door, looking back just once, seeing that he was watching her. She smiled one last time and then made her way to her room.

Vegeta stood there, and then slowly made his way to the railing. He lifted himself onto the railing, sitting so that his back was against the wall. He sat there, thinking. That's all he did lately...think... all he could do was think about her...