A/N: Well, here is the little time jump I kept talking about lmao. I'd say we jumped a good 6-7 months ahead. After 20 chapters, I'd say it was about darn time. Lol, Sorry I was just trying to lay a foundation before I guess. Anyway, no more chatter, enjoy!
Not- betaed. AND, I haven't replied to the reviews, Im aware of that. Unfortunately Im in the middle of traveling right now, so it was either review or a new chapter. Im having some family health problem, so I'll be traveling quite a lot, so my internet time will be short.
Difficult Love
Part Twenty-One: Chatterbox
Bulma dragged her heavy feet all the way upstairs, and she felt as if she was about to crash. The past few weeks had been extremely busy, and she was trying to handle everything. Trunks' birthday party was two days away, and she wasn't even done preparing it yet. On top of that, she was helping her father catch up with some late work at Capsule Corp.
Currently, it was five in the morning, and she was finally given the chance to go to bed. But as she reached the top of the stairs, it seemed that her plans changed. She was exhausted, and at the moment the couch in the living room appeared so appealing. Before she knew, Bulma began to head in its direction, and once she reached it, she collapsed on it. Somehow, such a trivial thing was pure bliss.
Slowly, Bulma closed her eyes. She was well aware that she shouldn't sleep, both because she wasn't in her bed, and also because she had to technically be awake an hour from now, but with the way her eyelids were, she couldn't struggle. As she couldn't even stay up, she wondered how Vegeta did it. Sometimes he'd go days without any rest at all.
Stupid saiyans.
The amount of work she could accomplish if she didn't require sleep would be insane. Maybe she should work on that next. A pill to keep you awake for days while still giving your body the required nutrients all throughout the days. Obviously, you'd be pass out for a while afterwards but that hardly mattered. In the moment, it would be extremely useful. But now was no time to be thinking about a new invention.
Her little boy was about to turn two, and that was on her priority list for today. Bulma had to double check everything, order more entertainment, and food. Good thing her mother had been helping her out, and nothing would have been done by now.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard throughout the house, and Bulma knew it could only be one person. She forced herself to open her eyes, and tilted her head in direction of the hall, waiting for him to emerge. As expected, Vegeta appeared in her line of sight a few seconds later. Of course, since he had sense her presence already, he was not surprised to see her there.
One quick glance at her, and he could tell she hadn't slept at all. At least that explained why he had been able to have an undisturbed sleep. Bulma had dark circles under her eyes, and she was having a hard time just focusing on him. He wasn't even sure why she wasn't sleeping, or what kept her so busy at night. He didn't ask, and she didn't say.
Vegeta expected her to say something, but she remained completely silent, which was strange coming from her. He was the one to break the eye connection by walking into the kitchen. It shouldn't complain that for once, she could keep her mouth shut. However, it almost felt as if something was wrong. Vegeta pushed the feeling away, deciding to focus on his food so he could go train.
Bulma felt a small giggle escape her lips as she thought about his reaction. Vegeta who was so used to a routine could easily be surprised. She wondered how he would feel two days from now when all these people he claimed to despise would invade the house. Bulma had told him about Trunks' birthday party but she was sure he rarely listened to her.
She wanted him to attend, but asking him to mingle with her friends was perhaps too much. If all he could do was behave she'd settle for that. A sigh escaped her lips, before she managed to make it on her feet. There was truly no point in going to bed now. If she fell asleep, she'd be out for the next five hours. The best thing to do was to tough it up until tonight.
Carefully she heaved her body to the kitchen where she planned to do a caffeine overdose. When she entered the room though, a surprising sight graced her. There was a cup of coffee placed on the counter. Bulma's eyes flickered in direction of Vegeta who was eating his breakfast, but he never looked at her. It had to be him. Nobody else was insane enough to be up at this time – except her of course.
Bulma looked in direction of the kettle, which appeared completely untouched. He had been in the kitchen for only a few minutes. Water didn't boil so fast, which meant he… heated it up himself? She slowly blinked as she closed the distance between her and her prize. Slowly, she took the cup in her hands, and brought it to her lips.
Nothing could have prepared her for the surprise that came. Her coffee was exactly how she liked it. Two creams, two sugars. Now came the next question; how did Vegeta know? He spent barely any time with her, and when he was with her, he didn't pay attention. Although could it be that she should be giving him more credit than she thought?
The attention was unexpectedly sweet.
A smile on her lips, she headed in his direction, the cup secured in her hand. "Thank you," she said before taking a seat beside him.
He never glanced up, or even acted as if she was there, and Bulma almost rolled her eyes. It was pointless to act now; she already knew he was soft beneath all that roughness. Nevertheless, it was fine even if he didn't act any differently. Vegeta had this special thing about him, Yamcha never had. The one thing that truly made her feel unique.
She had loved Yamcha when she was younger, but often they had fought over the attention pretty girls were given him, and how he was nearly giving them hope. Even when he was with her, he allowed his eye to wander. Vegeta was different. When did he speak to anyone outside of her family? Moreover, he barely even talked to them to start with! Everyone annoyed him, even her – according to him – but he tolerated her.
Vegeta wouldn't look around. Once he had found his routine, and environment, he stuck with it. She would never need to chase girls away because he'd probably do it himself by trying to blast away those annoying shrieking human females. He was what she always wanted loyal. He might leave for space, for training, but he was hers.
As the silence filled the room, Bulma found herself uneasy. Especially now that she was so edgy, and that she had to keep herself awake, she despised the quietness. "You know, you're busy training, and for the next couple of weeks I'll be busy with Capsule Corp… I was thinking about hiring someone to take care of Trunks for a few weeks during the day."
For the first time, she felt a change in his actions. He slowed down his motion, the fork filled with food never making it to his mouth. Vegeta only saw his son a few hours a day, and that was mostly when he trained him, or when the woman's mother was taking care of him. Except for that, Bulma was in charge of him for the rest of the day.
To be honest, he knew his son could handle himself well, but she didn't seem to think so. When she was tired was the worst moment to try to deal with her. The coffee had merely been a mean to awake her, and perhaps get her off his back. Apparently, he wouldn't be that lucky.
He could say he didn't want a weakling around his son, but she would most probably just do it anyway. Thus, he had no opinion on the matter. She could do, as she wanted as long as he could still the boy. However, if he noticed any bad side to this, and if it began to affect his son, then he would deal with it.
"Woman, you do what you want."
Bulma frowned slightly. Such a reaction had been somewhat expected. Frankly, she wasn't thrilled with this nanny idea, but her mother had much on her plate all day, and she would be busy. Bulma didn't want to Trunks to be neglected because of her work. In addition, it wasn't forever. As soon as the workload would slow down, she'd fire the person.
Then came another issue. She had thought about leaving it, and letting him find out, but… "Are you going to be there?"
Vegeta put his fork down, and glanced up at her. He had been pleased when she had been silent earlier, but apparently she was back to talking nonstop. He thought by now she would have noticed that chatting wasn't on his list of favorite things to do.
"Where," he inquired before picking up his plate, and heading for the sink.
"Trunks' birthday party," she clarified.
Sure, it was during his training hours, but honestly would five minutes kill him? She was certain he had trained enough for a lifetime already. Everyone took break occasionally.
Vegeta didn't answer immediately. First, he put his dishes away, then, he went in direction of the fridge, where he took out a bottle of water. He turned to look at her, a harsh look in his eyes. "Birthdays are trivial, Woman. There is no need to waste time and energy on such things."
Saiyans never celebrated birthdays, especially with their life style, they never knew if they were going to make it another year. In addition, he didn't understand the purpose of celebrating aging. It was a normal process of life, there was noting extraordinary about that; you're supposed to grow up. Humans really enjoyed foolish things.
Of course, Bulma didn't share his point of view on the matter. She remembered all the birthday party she used to have as a child, the excitement, and the memories. She wanted Trunks to have the same thing. She was about to wonder why he didn't have such recollection, but she remembered. Vegeta never had a birthday party. She doubted it was Frieza's specialty.
Actually, now that she thought about it, when was his birthday? They had been leaving together for four years, and she knew so little about him!
"When's your birthday?" she inquired, totally changing the subject, and forgetting her rage about his opinion on birthday party.
A frustrated sigh almost escaped him. Did she every listened to anything else except herself? He had already told her he didn't care for such things. On top of that, it wasn't something he remembered. "I don't know."
Bulma's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" she asked before getting up. "Everybody knows their birthday." How could you not know when you were born? Sure, he had been with Frieza when he was a kid, but she knew he had still been born on his home planet. "Come on, I'm sure you know," she said pressing the issue.
He had a plan for next time; avoid any room she'd be in. "Look Woman, I don't know. Saiyans years don't work the same."
It was 5:30am already, he should be in the GR, not chatting precious minutes away with her. Vegeta was already aware that she enjoyed talking, but she usually avoided doing it with him so much. The woman was worst than usual when she didn't get her required amount of sleep.
Bulma hadn't even thought about that! Saiyans looked so human, that it was easy to sometimes forget they were not. Now that, he had aroused her curiosity. "How long are your years?" she asked closing the distance between them.
Another wave of question.
"Longer," he said, before turning around, allowing her to face his back.
However, Bulma wasn't going to settle down for that. As he began to exit the kitchen, she followed him, not even fazed by his actions. "How much longer is 'longer'?"
She had a feeling she was getting on his nerve, and perhaps it was what made the whole thing fun. Although, it was more than that. When did Vegeta and her actually sit and talk? Never. It was nice to find out a bit more about him from time to time. Also, if he shared with her, it also meant he was more comfortable around her, which was a pleasing thought.
Vegeta's speed never changed, as he refused to gaze her way. "A few months."
"Then you should know approximately then right? You're smart enough to figure it out." Alright, maybe she was throwing an ego stroke in there, just to get him to tell her.
Technically, it didn't really matter when his birthday was. Heck, she didn't even celebrate her own anymore, butit was something about him she didn't know. Plus, who knew, they could perhaps do a little celebration together, just to have him know the joy of a birthday party. She could already feel the excitement build up inside of her.
This time, he stopped walking. He needed her off his back; it was excessively too early in the morning to be dealing with her like this. "December," he finally answered.
Bulma glued her lips together, as her eyes seemed to sparkle. December was a long time from now, six months. But she would not forget it. All she had to do was pick a date for him, and they could officially make it his Earth birthday. A smile appeared on her lips, before she approached him, putting her hand on his arm. Then, she gently pressed a kiss in the crook of his neck.
"Thank you Vegeta," she said before walking past him, and heading for their bedroom.
Now that this was taking care of, she had Trunks' birthday party to finish. One saiyan at a time.
Vegeta stood there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and he watched her leave his vicinity. She was annoying, and troublesome. Moreover, she had delay his training with all of her non-sense. Yet, he was not that irritated.
Obviously, this was becoming routine.
And it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would.
-L-
"MOM! Where's Trunks' birthday suit?"
Bulma's eyes were narrowed, and she was panting while running around her son's bedroom, trying to find his clothes. People would start arriving shortly, and he still wasn't ready. A panic filled her, as she screamed again. "MOM!"
This time, the poor Mrs. Briefs answered her call. "My, my honey! What's going on? Where is my birthday boy?"
The blue haired woman sighed heavily. "He's in his crib. Mom where's his little suit I bought him?"
For a split second, Bunny frowned. "Oh sweetheart, I don't understand," she said, looking in direction of her grandson. 'Trunksie is wearing his little suit."
Bulma froze before spooning around, and looking at her son, only to realize that her mother was right. He was already dressed! How could she have missed it? She quickly ran her fingers through her hair, before attempting to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Maybe if she wasn't the only one organizing this, she wouldn't be so stressed.
It seemed that her mother notice her despair, so she offered her a smile. "I'll take care of Trunks, why don't you get ready honey?" said Bunny before walking in direction of Trunks, and picking him up.
Slowly, Bulma nodded. She was still in pajamas, and her hair was a mess. "Thanks, Mom," said Bulma before quickly walking out of the room, mumbling to herself.
Mrs. Briefs could only giggle at her daughter's reaction. Sometimes her daughter reminded her of her husband. They could have such a chaotic mind sometimes!
"Mama's bitwchy."
Quickly Bunny's eyes widened, showing her blue orbs. She lifted up Trunks, looking into his eyes. "Now, now honey. Your mommy's just," she stopped for a while, trying to figure out the right word. "angry."
Satisfied with her answer, she held Trunks close to her chest again before walking out of the bedroom to go check up on some last details for the party.
Meanwhile, Bulma was in her bedroom roaming through her clothes, trying to be ready in time. That was her nearly only flaw. It took her way too long to get ready sometimes. Though it shouldn't really matter what she looked like since today was about Trunks. Then again, the only kids there would be Goten and Gohan. In addition, she would spend three quarters of her time trying to prevent Vegeta from fighting someone. Or insults from flying all over. If he showed up.
It took her a few minutes, but she finally settled down on a black mid length skirt, and an elegant white shirt. Nothing much, but enough to be somewhat classy. She quickly brushed her hair, giving up on doing anything with them. Her life had been so hectic for the past few years that she never really paid attention to her hair, mostly having it up in a ponytail or a messy bun. Now though, watching the length go way past her shoulders, and her bangs hiding her eyes, she realized something would have to be done soon.
Glancing at herself in the mirror one last time, she approved of her look before heading outside. Her room was quite far from the main door, so if someone had already rung the doorbell, she wouldn't know. But if guests had arrived already, she had no doubt her mother could handle them for a few minutes. Bulma had one little stop to do first.
She extended her little walk to past in front of the GR. Once she was in front of the door, she slowly knocked loudly twice. "Everyone is going to be here in a few minutes. If you can't act civilized, stay in there," she ordered, somewhat rudely.
Bulma preferred him to be missing, than an asshole during Trunks' birthday. Not to her surprise, he didn't turn off the GR, or respond to her. She shrugged her shoulders before going in direction of the inside garden where everyone would be meeting up.
Quickly, Bulma realized that only three people had arrived; Chichi, Gohan, and Goten. She smiled as she reached them. Goten was carefully tucked into Chichi's arms, and Bulma could only notice how much he grew every time she saw him. Trunks had grown up pretty fast as well, and she often pondered if it was because of their saiyan blood.
"Hey Guys," she greeted. "Thanks for coming."
Soon, it would be like the old times. Nearly everyone would be gathered, as if nothing in the world had changed. Of course he wouldn't be there, and Chichi would probably be the one to miss his presence the most. For that reason alone, Bulma wouldn't mention it. It would be easier if she kept that detail for herself.
"Hey Bulma," said Gohan, and she couldn't help but notice how edgy he looked.
Bulma frowned slightly. "Is everything okay?"
Gohan offered her a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."
As the years passed, Gohan had kept his Son looks yet he looked quite different from Goku. He was now 12 years old, and she had to admit, he'd grown up to be quite handsome.
"Is Vegeta busy?" asked Gohan, bringing her out of her thoughts.
She couldn't help but be slightly surprised by his question. Who in their right mind wanted to spend time with Vegeta? "Well, he's in the GR," responded Bulma. He wasn't exactly busy, but he hated to be disturbed during his training.
"Thanks Bulma," quickly said Gohan before quickly making his way towards the hall.
It didn't take too long for the blue haired genius to figure out what he was going to do. But she couldn't help the shock. What did Gohan need to do so badly that involved Vegeta? Her curious nature wouldn't let her not have an answer, so she got closer to Chichi, as if she was about to share a secret.
"What was that about?" she asked, her eyes locking with Chichi's.
And she saw it. A little pain twinkling in Chichi's eyes. The first thing that came to Bulma's mind was that it was related to Goku. However, she could hardly see something related to him involving Vegeta.
Once the sadness was gone from her eyes, Chichi looked a tad bit annoyed. "He just has questions," she quickly said, before turning around to face the buffet.
Then it made sense. Gohan was growing up, and half saiyan without a father figure to help him, not that Goku would have been able to provide much in that department, but nonetheless. It was almost sad that the only person he had to turn to for this kind of situation was Vegeta. No, he wasn't a bad person, but he wasn't much of a talker especially when it came to certain topics or people.
Deep inside she found herself wishing that she could hear that conversation.
As Bulma's attention trailed upon Chichi again, she realized that the effort she wanted to put to not remind everyone that Goku was gone were futile. She already knew, she would always know. The situation was a bit uncomfortable but fortunately, it was broken by the sound of the doorbell. Bulma offered Chichi a smile before heading for the door.
Bulma took a deep breathe before crossing her fingers, hoping all would go well for once.
-L-
"Oh honey, won't you have some cake?" asked Bunny as she walked past her daughter.
Bulma shook her head. "I'm not hungry." Truth was, she was too tired to be hungry in the first place.
Everyone was still present, in the garden, happily eating away the food, and chatting. Trunks and Goten were playing, not a worry in the world, even though Trunks had completely ruined his suit. She on the other hand was exhausted from all the walking, and back and forth, she had done all day. Although, she was extremely pleased that everything had gone without any incident.
However, that was most probably because she didn't have the time to chat long enough with anyone – including Yamcha – and that Vegeta hadn't shown up. Before she knew it, Bulma found herself glancing in direction of where the GR was. Vegeta had been in there all day by himself, minus the time Gohan went, and she wondered if perhaps he was hungry.
Giving herself a push, she made it to her feet, and headed towards the buffet. Quickly, she put two plates on a tray before filled them with as much food as she could manage. Then satisfied, she grabbed a bottle of water before heading inside. Yamcha watched as she disappeared, a sad smile on his face.
To be honest he had gotten over the whole Bulma and Vegeta thing, but sometimes deep inside, he'd feel a little thug. Bulma had been his longest relationship, and he never found someone he loved as much. Obviously, he had girlfriends over the years, but it just never quite worked out. Yamcha changed his gaze, and it fell upon Trunks. The little boy was growing fast, and was different every time he saw him. At first Yamcha thought he looked a lot like Bulma but as he grew older he was beginning to be the spite image of Vegeta. Minus the coloring of course.
And a sigh escaped him as he thought about all the could have been.
Bulma made her way down the hall, and confirmed her thoughts that he was still in the GR when she heard it running. A little smile appeared on her face as she thought about his conversation with Gohan. She was itching to know what happened between those two. Gohan had came back a little nervous, and perplexed, and she had been left to wonder.
Once she reached the GR, she loudly knocked on the door. At first she thought he would probably ignore her, but then she remembered, that he would be able to smell the food and that would be enough for him to stop his precious GR for a minute or two.
She was indeed right. A minute later, Vegeta opened the door. He was completely drenched in sweat, scratches covering his body, and his eyes were narrowed. Bulma felt a fire ignite inside of her, as their eyes locked. Why was she there again? Right. Food.
"I brought you food, thought you might be hungry," she said, presenting him the tray.
His eyes roamed over her face, before going down to the food she was holding. Slowly he reached out for it, and then, he turned around, ready to go back inside of the GR. Bulma could have let him go, but her curiosity was too aroused. She had to know. Therefore, before he could close the door in her face, she walked inside of the GR.
She could hear the sigh that escaped him, and she knew he was probably a bit annoyed. Not necessarily because of her though. Vegeta just didn't enjoy gatherings, and being able to feel all these kis around him was probably frustrating.
Bulma leaned on the nearest wall, observing his back. "Chichi, Gohan and Goten were the first to arrive," she said, beating around the bush. Could she come out and ask about his business? He didn't get involve in hers.
"What do you really want to know?" he inquired as he put the tray on the control board, before pressing his palms against the board.
Busted. Well now that he knew, she might as well come out and ask. "What did Gohan want?"
A dark chuckle escaped his lips, and it appeared that he wasn't surprised by her question. The woman was way too curious for her own good. "Nothing that concerns you," he quickly said, before reaching out for some of the food, and eating.
Bulma felt her toes curling. She wanted to have her way, and she didn't like to be left out. Determined, she took a few steps in his direction, a sly smile on her lips. If she had to, she'd seduce an answer out of him. Bulma closed the distance between them, and trailed her fingers along his bare arm, all the way from his shoulder to his wrist.
Of course, Vegeta didn't even turn his head to look at her. He kept on eating as if she hadn't moved at all. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't give up. Instead, she approached her finger to his piece of cake, and dipped it in. Then, she brought it near his lips, waiting to see what he would do. Obviously, he had proven in the past that he didn't mind taking that bait.
Vegeta finally tilted his head to the side before capturing her finger between his lips, and softly sucking on it. The whole time his eyes were locked on hers. He kept going for a few more seconds, before pulling away, and then proceeding to lick his lips. Bulma couldn't stop the shiver from going through her body. There was a voice screaming in her head but she couldn't hear it.
Suddenly, before she could say or do anything, she felt his hands on her hips. It was as if she melted where she felt his touch. It didn't take too long for him to lean into her, she felt his lips on her neck, and Bulma groaned. His teeth grazed against her flesh, and she tilted her head back, giving him better access. Vegeta took that as a sign to push this further.
He lifted her up, and put her down on the control board. Quickly his hands were traveling over her body, and she dug her nails in his back. "I thought you were hungry?" she asked in a whisper.
Vegeta smirked against her skin. "Oh I'm hungry," he said, his voice husky. "And I'm about to feast."
Instantly a puddle of warmth was created in the pit of her stomach. She felt aroused and wet, and she couldn't help but lean into him. "There's people," she said, almost in a weak attempt to stop this. There was a bunch of fighters right down the hall, surely they would notice the change in their ki. But this was her house after all.
"Woman, you know I don't care for these weaklings."
She smirked before approaching his face, and capturing his lips into a kiss.
This was going to be an unexpected dinner.
-L-
The woman was troublesome, he had to admit that much. Though it seemed she had been well distracted since she had left over two hours ago, completely forgetting that he had never answered her question. Not that he was going to complain. The matter had already been difficult to handle, and he had no wish to discuss it. Although, Vegeta knew it was a hard concept for Bulma to understand.
Kakarot's son was growing up, but apparently – though he had already figured as much – saiyans didn't grow up the same way, even hybrids. If that clown had still been alive, it wouldn't have made much difference since he didn't know the first thing about being saiyan. Their growth, their hormones and power change.
When a saiyan hit puberty, their power level would often go out of control. Obviously the scrawny boy hadn't trained in a while, making it even harder for him to control his power. It made such every day task as holding a glass difficult. There was only one way to get through it; train. Since he didn't have his father anymore, the next best thing was the Namek. After all, Vegeta was already trying his own son, he didn't have time to waste on someone else's child.
Of course he hadn't explained it so detailed to the boy, but he had answered him clearly enough for him to understand. Gohan was apparently the only one who understood he didn't want to be around these people. Usually, he stuck to what he was told, and left rapidly. Unlike his father who had never been able to get a hint.
And now there he was, standing in front of the control panel, the GR turned off. He had felt a few people leave, and he knew the house was a bit emptier. He had no real intention to show up, but, he decided he was hungry. The woman had not brought nearly enough food. Plus, most of it had been ruined during their activities.
A bit annoyed, Vegeta exited the GR, and headed toward the crow, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He didn't mingle with the people, instead he leaned against the wall, observing them. Once they would move out of the way, he'd go for food. Most of them didn't even notice his presence, being too busy with whatever useless thing they were doing.
One weakling did sense him though. Yamcha.
Surprisingly, he headed in direction of Vegeta. The Prince frowned, but didn't say anything, as he watched him make his way to his side. Hadn't he realized over the years that he couldn't stand him, that the only reason he was still alive was because of the woman?
"Didn't think you'd show up," said Yamcha casually as if he was talking to a friend.
True to himself, Vegeta didn't respond.
A deep sigh escaped Yamcha before he gazed away from Vegeta. His eyes landed on Bulma. She was sitting at the table with Chichi, Goten and Trunks playing near them. She had a huge smile on her face, while laughing out loud. Her blue eyes were twinkling, her whole face was shining.
He hated this. "You know, I hate myself for thinking this, but…" he paused for an instant, as if he couldn't believe what he was about to say. "She's happy."
Vegeta's mask remained on, as he didn't show an ounce of emotion.
Yamcha ran his fingers through his wild hair. "Bulma was always difficult to satisfy. It was never enough, and she never trust me fully."
For obvious reasons, thought Vegeta, but remained silent.
The next part left a bittersweet taste in Yamcha's mouth. "But you, after everything you've done, she doesn't worry." Yamcha had given up a lot for her, changed his lifestyle, and gotten over his fear of girls. Yet, never did she blindly trust him. Vegeta had killed, yet he knew she never doubted him.
"She wanted a man her whole life, but she never needed one. She doesn't really need you." He wasn't saying it to be mean, he was stating facts. Bulma had always wanted someone, but he knew on her own, she was just fine. "Yet she loves having you around." He chuckled. "Beats me."
For an instant, Vegeta almost cracked a smirk. The woman was loud, trying to independent, bossy, demanding, and whiny. Most of the time, he just wanted her to shut up, or go as far as possible from him. Yet, he had always stayed. He didn't know why, but he was fine right here, right there. It didn't bother him.
Before he knew it, he was gazing upon her. Unlike Yamcha though, he was caught staring. As if Bulma had been burn by his eyes, she turned her head to the side, and she looked at him. A tiny smile formed on her lips, and then quickly she winked at him, almost in a flirtatious manner.
Quickly, Vegeta looked away.
She was bearable.
"I might not kill you after all," said Vegeta to Yamcha before walking away from him, and heading for the food.
Yamcha nervously chuckled as he watched the saiyan leave. This statement only confirmed his worst fear, though he had learned to accept it by now.
Vegeta and Bulma were made for each other. Nobody else would be able to endure them and their savage mood swings.
-L-
There you have it!
Trunks is two years old, and he's an awesome trouble maker. I wonder how Vegeta and Bulma are going to deal with that, lol. Might probably be a next jump in the next chapter as well. Oh well, I hope you liked it.
Love,
Maddie