Chapter 11 - Jealousy
"You pretended there is nothing between us" - Bulma jumped up on her chair, scared, as Vegeta walked into the kitchen.
"Don't sneak up like that! You scared me, jerk!" - she yelled squeaky as her cheeks reddened a bit. Bulma turned around abruptly to face the Saiyan behind her. Vegeta's face was blank, his eyes cold and empty, she couldn't read his mind - and that caused her chills on her back. Something was really wrong, she could feel it. Wait, what did he say…? Bulma shook her head.
"Vegeta, what are you talking about?" - she asked, her voice much softer than a while before. In a blink of an eye Vegeta's face was an inch from hers, his eyes boring through her.
"You moved away when he came, as if you didn't want him to see us together" - he hissed hostilely, snatching her chin with his hand.
"Don't touch me like that" - she brushed his hand off, angered - "Yes, I didn't want him to see us like this. He's my ex boyfriend and my friend, I didn't want to hurt him. I thought you would understand this, Vegeta" - she looked at him complainingly.
"So you thought wrong" - Vegeta replied sharply. His desire of killing the weakling was getting stronger and stronger with every second.
"I noticed by how you outspokenly showed him your back while you were leaving" - she scowled a little, but then her lips curved in a smile - "That was mean, Mr. Jealous". Vegeta shrugged his shoulders and cleared his throat.
"Me, jealous? Don't be ridiculous, woman" - he spoke, but it didn't sound as confident as he planned. Bulma giggled, covering her mouth with the top of her hand.
"Of course you are not… It's pretty normal that a man brags about sleeping with a woman tin front of her ex, it has nothing to do with jealousy" - Bulma grinned watching Vegeta's cheeks becoming purple.
Suddenly Vegeta hit his fist on the table, grunting.
"You let him kiss you, for fuck's sake!" - he said through gritted teeth, trying not to burst with rage at the memory of it, this pathetic human kissing her. Thought of it made him want to blow something up.
"On the cheek! As a greeting!" - she yelled, standing up abruptly.
"I felt… as if you were ashamed of me. Of us." - Vegeta's voice broke, he almost whispered the last part. He cursed in his thoughts for showing weakness.
Bulma took a deep breath, then she cupped Vegeta's face in her hands as she leaned towards him, their noses almost touching - "Listen to me carefully, because I'm going to say it only once" - Vegeta didn't say a word, but nodded his head slightly - "You do not have to be jealous, neither of Yamucha nor anyone else. You are the only man I need, desire and love" - Bulma noticed that Vegeta's eyes went wider at the word 'love' and she smiled in the corner of her mouth - "I love you, dimwit. Now get out, I have dinner to cook, don't get under my feet" - she kissed him on the forehead, stroking the skin of his face. After that she moved away, walked to the fridge and started preparing the meal.
Vegeta sat on the same spot, motionless, speechless. Bulma's words were echoing in his mind, impossible to forget.
A/N It was fluffy, I know. However, I don't think a bit of fluff has ever killed anyone, so… ;) What do you think? Please let me know, review and comment (yup, I'm a beggar).