Chapter Eleven
Bulma woke the next morning with Vegeta gone. "Damn Saiyan," she muttered to herself, getting out of bed.
She placed her feet on the ground and almost fell as she stood up. She groaned a little as she made her way to the bathroom, her body aching from sleeping for four days and yesterday's exercise. Vegeta had stamina, despite how tired he was; he kept her up for at least half the day yesterday. "But it was well worth it," she thought, smiling lazily. Her face seemed to glow as she looked in the mirror, a big improvement from the last time she looked in the mirror. She washed her face and got ready for the day.
She entered the kitchen and saw the very Saiyan she had cursed earlier. He sat with his arms crossed over his chest, his trademark smirk plastered on his face. "Woman, you sleep too much."
"Yeah," she said kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Well, you're not helping me by keeping me up all day yesterday."
"I didn't hear you complaining yesterday," he said.
"Yeah, and you won't hear me complaining. Just don't complain about my sleeping habits because it's all your fault."
"From what I believe," he said getting up and putting his arms around her waist, "it takes two to tango."
"True," she said placing a hand on his cheek. "But if you want me to have better sleeping habits, then you better go tango by yourself."
Bulma pulled herself away from him and went to the fridge to retrieve an apple. "I'm going to the lab. Have a nice day training, Veggie-chan," she said as she left the kitchen through the back door.
Bulma put on her lab coat and sat at her desk, the project she'd been working on five days ago in front of her. But her thoughts weren't there; they were on Vegeta. She tried not to fall for that arrogant bastard, but she always did have a soft spot for bad boys. Well, now Chichi had something to talk about.