by: Mattel
DISCLAIMER: Standard Disclaimers apply.
Author's Noties: Well, what can I say?, this is the second part of my second dbz fic. ^.^ many thankies for all those who still read from the first part until now. This fic series is dedicated to: Raiya, Marau and Nova.
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Part Two : I would do anything... just to be with you...
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Bulma slowly went down the stairs as she tries to control her flaming red face. That hell of a prince sure knows how to make people incredibly pissed. It's like it's the second thing he's good at besides fighting, annoying people.
Especially her.
She quickly made a mental check over the clothes she wore, she was careful to pick a color that's not too bright nor too dark. Just enough to make her look 'good' without squinting their eyes.
She finally reached downstairs and made her way to the kitchen where her obvious mortal enemy was.. or were. He was a little comfy sitting there in the middle of the kitchen, on one of the chairs that surrounds the kitchen table.
Just perfect, she thought, as she glared at him, he smirked at her though in return.
"Well, you look a little less ugly without showing that hideous body of yours..," he said, rather, insulted.
He continued to talk despite of Bulma's obvious building rage, "It's no wonder why that weak boyfriend of yours was the only one who's interested," he finished, feeling a bit relished. He love to insult this hard headed onna, no matter what. It seems to be his no. 1 hobby besides training and eating.
Bulma's eyes seemed to pop out from their sockets, as she continued to chop vegetables she pulled from the life-sized refrigerator. The loud chopping noise and the hitting of the knife on the chopping board were the only sound to be heard. It was quite deadly, now that Bulma was holding a knife.
Ooooh... I could just *kill* that bastard!, she fumed as she imagine the poor vegetable she's been chopping as Vegeta's head.
Vegeta snorted as he felt her anger rise and ki... a bit, although, the rise in her ki was barely noticeable.
"Well.. can't speak?," he asked as he stood up and turned around his chair and sat down again, now leaning his chest on the back of the chair.
"WHY YOU FUCKING BAKA!," Bulma shouted, she couldn't take any more insults from him. She hurled the knife at him, knowing that he would never be hurt by that piece of thing, but she prayed anyways.
It was in vain, ofcourse. Vegeta just trapped the blade of the knife in between her middle finger and the index. He just made a little chuckling sound.
"Not bad for a foolish woman like you... not bad..," he said as he shook his head back and forth. He was surprised a bit by the attitude of this woman, much more throwing him a knife like that. But nevertheless, he was intrigued with her more, she was a challenge. She was unpredictable not like the other women he knew from his planet, they were just plain, flat bo-ring.. and soooo annoyingly predictable.
Bulma couldn't take it. She washed her hands and dried them. Took off her apron and popped out a capsule car.
"I'm getting outta here, I don't wanna see your face right now, you... bakayaro!," she spat as she fumbled on her wallet for the keys and when she finally found them, she quickly went out the house and was gone in an instant.
Vegeta has no intention of following that baka onna, she's going to her lover's arms and live happily ever after. Vegeta supressed the tight clenching of his heart that indicates one thing: pain.
"If the onna could make food, I can too.. much more better than the poison she's cooking almost everyday," he said to himself. As he looked at the fridge and pulled out a cheese, a strawberry jam, mayonnaise and a ready-to-eat hotdog.
"Now, I think the onna just put these things together and this thing," he said looking at the poor innocent slice of bread.
He tried to put these things all together and it just ended up, looking like a very insane sandwich that just got out from the mental hospital. The hotdog was all covered by strawberry jam with some mixtures of mayonnaise. It was inside the two slices of bread and on top of that, a whole cube of cheese lays on top.
"This does not look like a sandwich to me," Vegeta told himself but ate it anyway. He grimaced at the taste. But tried to eat it all since he was very hungry. He learned one thing though: Never piss the onna before meal times.
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"OH DENDE!--HE'S REALLY GETTING ON MY NERVES!," she fumed as she cuddled inside Yamcha's warm and soft embrace. She nuggled closer, inhaling his usual scent, it calmed her a bit. Knowing that he's beside her, she feels safe and loved.
Instead of saying and soothing her verbally, he just drew her closer to him and kissed the top of her head, smelling the flowery scent of her favorite shampoo. She really knows how to drive him crazy.
Bulma felt her anger melt and along with it, her spirits flew up. She felt like she was flying. She felt dizzy and swooning all at the same time. She snuggled as close as she could drawing him closer than before even though she felt as if she was strangling him, she didn't care as long as he's close. Nothing mattered anymore.
She drew her face up so she took take a look on his warm face, "Yamcha?,"
"Hmmm...?," he asked without opening his eyes.
Bulma stared at him until he cracked one deep-black eye, "What?," he asked her, he was now confused. She never act this way. She was sane the last time he checked, but now, he thinks she's far from being sane. More of being kinda 'insane'.
"Yamcha... do you think.. uh.. it's time to.. you know..," she trailed off, red tinting her cheeks slightly.
Raising one eyebrow, Yamcha was more confused than ever, "I know what?...,"
Bulma looked down at her hands, she just painted them three days ago with baby blue, one of her favourite colours, "Well.. you see.. I think.. since we've known each other for years... you know.. would'nt we.. ya know..,"
Yamcha blinked.
Bulma just continued staring at her hands, "Well. don't you think.. it's time for us.. to... uh... settle down?,". She finished, this time daring to look up to him, bright blue eyes searching his black ones. "What do you think?,"
"No.," came out the flat reply. It was monotonous. Without emotions. Void. Empty.
Bulma's gaze at him wavered slightly, she thought she hadn't heard him right, "Excuse me?,"
Dark coloured eyes, stared back at her, it was hooded with some kind of mask. So Bulma couldn't see what's behind it all of a sudden. Like the way she's used to.
"I said, I'm not yet ready. I don't want to get tied down, just yet.," Yamcha told her flat.
Bulma couldn't understand what's happening all of a sudden around her. It was like the ground's shaking, everything's crushing down at her, more of a personal earthquake for her. One stary tear found it's way to Bulma's cheek. Bulma felt her anger starting to rise again, getting rid of the pain... temporarily.
"So now you're rejecting me.. huh?," Bulma asked, her voice deadly calm. Another tear rolled down again.
Yamcha fought the urge to wipe it away from her delicate flush-coloured face. Bulma was getting irritated by his silence seconds after seconds.
"FINE!.," she spat, "FINE WITH ME!,"
At that she jumped out of her seat and climbed to her own capsule car and revved the engine to life and get the hell outta there.
Life sucks sometimes.
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I couldn't believe he would reject me like that, she thought to herself as she puuled out the hundredth tissue from the tissue dispenser just beside her nightstand.
She came home approximately two hours ago. Gratefully, she hadn't had any unlucky encounter with the dense sayiajin. She would be more angrier than before if ever she even caught a glimpse of his foot.
damn.
Why does everything, every problem of hers just end up with Vegeta? surely, it was way, way off him. He isn't associated with them. But then she remembered that 'annoying' was Vegeta's middle name. She chuckled to herself. It wasn;t likely like her to laugh with something associated with that anti-social jerk.
She put her arms under her head and stared at the ceiling wondering why Yamcha had told her off. He's surely scared of being settled and being tied up with a girl, maybe his phobia's coming back. She reasoned. Or maybe, he's still saving for their wedding. She really like the latter. She just wished it was true. Sort of.
Turning her head sideways, her eyes were caught by a picture lying on top of her nightstand. It was Vegeta's first time to eat ice-cream. She remembered taking that shot. She smiled a bit, the picture was really funny, it's Vegeta having a chocolate sundae fudge on the end of his nose.
She remembered how many sayiajin curses she'd heard after that. Or how many death-threats she got. But she paid him no attention, she just continued keeping the picture with her. She doesn't want to lose that one, since he already *learned* how to eat ice-cream after so many trials.
She just heard the front door opened and closed with a loud racket, it must be Vegeta, she thought, no one would be as noisy as that except for him, he definitely doesn't know what's respect means. It's not on his vocabulary.
She sighed in frustration, quickly remembering her problem with her boyfriend. It seems to melt when she's thinking about Vegeta, the way he irritate her, everything... maybe she's just intrigued with this guy. This little short guy really know how to pique someone's interest for that matter. He's really distant and closed off from others.
Don't worry, someday, I'll know what are your secrets..., she swore under her breath before letting her mind crash to her current *love* problem. Settling down wasn't suppose to be a *problem*!. For dende's sake!.
She muttered something under her breath as she listened to Vegeta's light footsteps on the stairs.
He'll be stopping on her door and bang on it loudly, just enough for the whole of Satan City to hear and demand for something that *needed* to be done. Great. One spoiled sayiajin brat coming right up!.
The footsteps came closer, walking through the corridor. It momentarily stopped on her door but continued on it's way anyway.
It's a miracle, Bulma thought as she thought whether to celebrate or to mourn, "Great, just great.. now you're talking to yourself, how insane could I get?," she muttered as she picked up one science book lying at the foot of her bed.
There's really something wrong with her house *guest*.
And she'll make sure she would find it out. She swear. In the meantime pushing ugly thoughts of Yamcha at the back of her mind, Vegeta attitude check-up would be more mind gruelling than thinking why Yamcha acted like a jerk.
hell...
.... end of part two ....
--- to be continued ---
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Part Three : Discovering the truth which lies beneath..
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Author's Notes : Well.. I guess that pretty sucked, ne? Am i right? right?.. okay, I'll not force you to answer that. *:) anyway, just give me some really nice comments and the next chapter would be out in a booooost.. =^.^= gee.. that chapter took most of my energy! now I still have to do my notes on my notebook. GREAT.