Chapter: 2 \\ would u cry 4 me?
Author: Flotilla
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Characters may be OOC. Now read and review, Flotilla commands you! Btw, short chappie.
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"I hate him," Bulma seethed angrily, pounding on her poor pillow. She was in her room, trying to rest and relax after the earlier incident which had caused her to burst into tears and run off like a little schoolgirl.
"Bulmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." A high-pitched voice squealed and the blue-haired-girl winced. It was her mother, Mrs. Briefs, and probably carrying a tray filled with comfort foods. The door swung open and there stood her mother, decked out in a sunflower dress with a tray containing a pot of tea, cup, cookies and a slice of pie. "I thought you might want to eat something."
Bulma sighed and turned around dejectedly on her bed and faced the wall. "No thanks mom." She said weakly, her thoughts elsewhere.
"I'll just leave these here-"
"Why don't you just give it to that excuse of a guest?!" Bulma practically screamed and her shocked mother scurried off with the tray.
Noticing she was alone, Bulma began to whimper softly. "Why does he have to be so mean to me?" She asked sadly. "I'm just trying to be friends with him." She snuggled deeper into the soft striped blue covers, her eyes red and face lined with sorrow and exhaustion. "He's such a jerk." She thought before falling asleep.
Meanwhile…
"I demand my lunch now!" Vegeta ordered as he took a seat by the kitchen counter. For the first time in his life, he felt awkward. Feelings he had never had came to life, and it was one big regret he was suffering from. The Saiyan actually wanted to apologize- to degrade himself by expressing remorse to a pitiable human. To Bulma.
Mrs. Briefs happily placed before him 4 whole rotisserie chickens, a 2-liter bottle of Pepsi, dumplings and chocolate cake. He wolfed down everything in ten minutes and satisfied with his hunger, got up and left the kitchen into the hallway leading outside to the patio in the back.
He turned to look back, making sure no one was following or watching him. His black eyes darted from one side to the other, never settling on something for more than a second.
Then he slunk into the backyard and once again, scanned the perimeter for any people. Seeing no one, he crept into the humongous garden and ki-blasted a bunch of flowers off, making sure to take only one or two buds from each plant in case Mrs. Briefs let out a long hullabaloo about missing blossoms. Content with how many he had, Vegeta flew up and checked if Bulma was in her room. To his luck, she abruptly got up into her personal bathroom and shut the door.
Quickly and quietly, the Saiyan strewed the flowers everywhere then left where he came from.
"All this work I do for that baka woman." He grumbled as he wiped away a bead of sweat from his forehead. "These humans are too soft."